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A     TABLE, 

To  find  any  Psalm  by  the  firft  Line. 


Pag?. 

ALL  ye  that  iove  the  Lord,  rejoiej          -          -  331 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  ikies  28 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  v          -  93 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great'         -          -          -  178 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  god*              ...  186 

And  will  the  God  of  grace               -          -          -          -  179 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zien  fools          -           -         -         -  127 

Are  fmners  now  fo  fenfelefs  gro  a  .;             -         -          -  39 

Arife,  my  gracious  God            -----  44 

Awake,  ye  faims,  topiaif*  yon<  £inj             -          -  29S 

B. 

BEHOLD  the  lefty  &y            -         -          -         -  51 

Behold  the  morning  fun            .          -         -          -  52 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  iove   v                 -  85 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-ftcne  (  257 

Behold  thy  waiting  ferv ant,  Lord  V       -          -         -  269 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  7^     -           -           -  222 

Bleft  are  the  fons  of  peace         -  295 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know  ,      -         -  190 

Bleft  are  th*  undenTd  in  heart         -         -          -         -  260 

Bleft  is  the  man,  forever  bleft          -           -          .          -  76 

Bleft  is  the  man,  whofe  bowels  move          -         -  100 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place      '    -          -           -  13 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord         -         -         -         -  7$ 

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CHILDREN  in  years,  and  knowledge  young '       -  82 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord         -         -  84 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  \        -          -         -  208 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad          -  207 

Cenfider  all  my  forrows,  Lord       -          -         -         -  272 


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Table. 


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AVID  rejoic'din  God  his  ftrength  -         -         57 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record         -  -         -     153 

E. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay    \    -  -         -        135 

Exalt  tli j  Lord  our  God         -         -  -         -         215 

'  F. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known           -         -  -         -        IH 

Father,  I  Weft  thy  gentle  hand  )  1  276 

"Father,  I  fing  thy  wondrous  grace    ,  -          -          J  53 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they           -          -  -          -         284 

Firm  was  my  health,  m                 is  bright    *  -           -          72 

Fools  in  their  h                       md(              -  -         -         3^ 

Forever  bleffed  he  the  Lord     y     -         -  -         -         3!4 

Forever  (hall  my  foi                         -         -  -         -         187 

1  age  to  age  exalt  his  nam  ■            -  236 

From  afl  that  dwell  below  the  ikies         -  -        -         255 

From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  -         -         291 

G. 

GIVE  thanl  s  to  God  ;  he  1 .  -         -       235 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  -    ■         231 
Give  thanks  to  God  moft  hi^i         ....         300 

Give  thanfcs  to  God,  the  foVreign  Lord  -        -         299 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praiil             -  3°3 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame           -  -         -           71 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays         -        -  -        -         l%1 

God  is  the  1                                        ...  -       107 

God,  my  fupporter  and  my  1  * 

God  of  my  childh<                         mth         -  -         -        *57 

God  of  eternal  love 234 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  .         -  -          -           96 
God  of  my  mercy  and  m                      ...         -     2ar 

Good  is  th?  Lord,  the  I                                   -  -         -     H3 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  J                     -  297 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  wci                   lit  -         -          245 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God    \       -           -  -         -          no 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings         -  -         -          181 
Great  God,  how  oft  did  Jfr'el  prove 


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Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  -         -          137 

Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway              -  -         -          158 
Great  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame         -         -         54 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael         -         -  -         -         *76 

HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrael  fay  -         -         233 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord        ...      247 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons          -          -  315 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God              -         -         -  76 
Happy  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet             -         -         -       15 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  -           -          219 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid          -  -          -           190 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail          -  -          -            35 
He  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns        -         -         -     2 1 1 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God          -  -         -           198 

H:gh  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God           -  -           -           £7 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod           -  -           -           170 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear           -  -          -          280 
How  faft  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife          -         -          -         42 

How  long,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain  36 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  37 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair              -  •           i8q 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee          -          -         -  -         -          295 

How  pleas'd  and  bleft  was  I             -»        -  -          -         281 

How  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  -         -         2^3 


F  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  ...              287 

If  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  -         -         -          287 

I  lift  my  foul  to  God              -  66 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  -         -         -           £2 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  -          -          -          320 

I  love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries  -          -         -          253 

I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  ...         1 05 

In  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee  ...          308 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not          -  -         -         -          2  ^ 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  -         -          332 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  -          -          -          168 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth  -                                73 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face            -  -         -         -         44 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart         -  -         -         -          29  \ 
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Table. 


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It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 
I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  ou  high 

J- 

EHOVAH  rsigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light 
Jefus  our  Lord,  aicend  th 
Jefus  ihall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
Joy  to  the  world  !   the  i.   .  me 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  m  ■ 
Judge?,  wlio  rule  the  world  by  laws 
Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  trus 

L. 

LET  all  the  c 
Let  nil  tl 
Let  children  heur  the  mighty 
•  are  join  - 

Let  ev'i  - 

Let  God  - 

Let  God  the  Father  and 
Let  Pinners  take  their  o 
Let  Zion  and  1  joice 

Let  Zion  in  her  Kii 

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Long  as  1  live  I'll  !  - 

Lord,  hail  th  . 

',  1  am  thine  ;   but  thou  xy\\ 
,  I  am  vile,  cqi  - 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  i 
I 

:y  our  faults 
Lord,  if  thou  do:t  tr 

Lord,  [  h  e  thy  woi 

I,  in  the  morning  thou  ilialt  hear 
Lord,  I  will  bleis  thee  all  my  days 
I  would  fpread  my  fore  dill 
Lord  of  the  worlds  above 
Lord,  th  ill'd  thy  grace  to  mind 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant 

J,  thou  h.  \\  and  feen  me  through 

Lord,  thcu  halt  icen  my  foul  fmcere 


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Table.  7 

Page. 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray          -         -         -  21 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (land              ...  202 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old              -           -  102 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece         -         -         -         -         -  19& 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  1  162 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man               -           -  315 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er         -         -         -  311 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high              -          -  148 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firu          -          -  29 

Loud  halleluiah's  to  the  Lord         -  327 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner- ft  one          -  259 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight             ...  294 

M. 

MAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord             ...  15- 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong         -         -  217 

Mine  eyes  and  my  defire           -          .          .                   _  67 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows              -           -           -  311 

My  God,  confider  my  diftrefs          -•                  -         -  270 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears             ...  19 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  iprings         -         -_  131 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope         -         -         -  155 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife         -          -         -  316 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue         -         -         -         -  138 

My  God,  the  (leps  of  pious  men         -  92 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel            -  308 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name           -                              -  74 

My  never-ceafmg  fong  (hall  mow             -         -         -  188 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love            -           -          -         .  33 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God         -         -  313 

My  Saviour  and  my  King              -           -           -          -  104 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend          -         -         -  j^6 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord         -                              -  61 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need         -         -         -         -  62 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place              -           -          -  182 

Mv  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft         -  274 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife 226 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife         -                 .     -  227 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone            -.                  -          .  'J74_ 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord         -         -         -         „  j  o  1 

My  truft  is  in  my  heav'niy  Friend         -  25 


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Page, 

NO  fleep  nor  (lumber  to  his  eyes         -  293 

Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  -          -         251 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true  -         -         252 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing              -  -         -           106 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage         -         -  60 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind           .  -                 160 

Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear         -         -  -         -       151 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  60 

Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace  -            -           5^ 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God  85 

Now  mall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid         -  -         -          145 

Now  to  the  great  and  facred  Three          -  -         -         333 

o. 

OALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord  -          -         25$ 

O  bleffcd  fouls  are  they           -           -  -          -         75 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul          -         •         -  -                  225 

Of  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing         -         -  -          -           218 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy         -         -         -  -                 109 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries          -  -           -          1 27 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs              -  -         -          21 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call          -         -  -         -         126 

O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs            -  -          -            205 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd            -  -         .          288 

O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  80 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law              ....  264 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes          -         -  -                 20 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King          -          -  26 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great  -           -          27 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways          -  -         -     269 
O  that  thy  ftatutes,  ev'ry  hour          ...          -          273 

O  thou  that  hear'lt  when  finners  cry         -  -         .          124 

O  thou,  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  -            -          282 

O  thou,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high         -  .         -          129 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft         -          -  -         -          195 

Our  land,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife     .-  -          56 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs         -          -  -                 290 

O  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe         -         -  -         .         172 


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PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord* for  thee  -         -         142 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  -         -          296 

Praife  y£  the  Lord  ;. my  heart  mall  join  -           -          3*9 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife  *            -           321 

Preferve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need            -  -          -         41 

R- 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  -            -         7S 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate  -         -         192 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return           -  -                        197 


SALVATION  is  forever  nigh'-       -  -          -         185 

S^ve  me,  O  God,  the  fwellmg  floods  -          -         150 

Save  mei  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe      -         -  •        -'43 

See  what  a  living  ftone          ...  -         -         258 

Shew  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive          -  -         -         122 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land         -  -         -       146 

Sing  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord           -  144 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud          -          -         -  -         -         177 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name         -  -                     207 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice           -  -         -         216 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftarit  lands         -  -         209 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong              -  244 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay         -           ...         70 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God         -"        -  -         -          163 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace         -  -         -            317 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King        -  -         -       201 

T. 

TEACH  me  the  mealure  of  my  days  -         -            95 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high  -            -          212 
That  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe         ...         246 

The  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's          -          -  64 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength'  -            -           46 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns         -         -         -  -          215 

The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth  -         -        119 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd         -          -  -          -         333 

The  God  of  our  falvation  hears        -         -  -          -          140 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord         -  -        '-          55 


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Page. 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face         -         -         -  107 

The  Loid  appears  my  helper  now           -  256 

The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways          -         -  223 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heaves  proclaim         -           -  212 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns        -----  204 

The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is         -----  63 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light         -         -         -          -  69 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high              -  203 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne            -          -  1 15 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns         -         -  117 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King         -         -         -         -  227 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth       -  118 

The  man  is  ever  bleft         -                    -         -         -         -  14 

The  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee              -          -          •  139 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  99 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man          -         -         -  193 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made          -          -          -  258 

This  ipacioiu  earth  is  all  the  Lord's           -         -          -  65 

Thou  ait  my  portiun,  O  my  God           •           -           -  262 

Thou  God  of  love,  tho*  ever  bl<           -        -         •  277 

Thrice  happy  man  \\  ho  fears  the   L<~>id            -           -  247 

Through  ev'iy  age,  eternal  G                ...  194 

Thus  I  rciblv'd  before  the  Lord  94 

Thus  faith  the  LoiJ,  the  fpacious  fields         -         -  116 

Thus  faith  tiic  Lord*  j                 .  is  vJn            -            -  98 

ri  has  the  eternal  Father  fpal                      •          -           -  242 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fe«i         -         -         -  243 

Thy  mercies  till  the  earth,  O  Lord          •          -           -  267 

name,  Almighty  Lord         ....  255 

fbj  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord         ...  239 

Tis  hy  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand         -        -  142 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice          -          -  169 

To  God  I  made  my  farrows  known         -         -         *  312 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son           -          -         -  332 

To  God  the  Father's  throne         -          -          -          -  333 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bleit           -           -           -  234 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes            -  278 

To  our  almighty  Maker,  God          -          -          -         -  213 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light            •            -          -  261 

To  thee,  moll  holy,  and  molt  high            -         -          -  167 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe          .                              -  50 
Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God          -           -           -154 


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5Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  -          -         307 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night             -  -         -         136 

v. 

VAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  *          *         273 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill         -         •  '     »         -       284 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay          -  .         -          288 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes         -         -  -         -         2  77 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 279 

w. 

WE  blefs  the  Lord  the  juft,  the  good  -         -         149 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  49 

What  fliall  I  render  to  my  God       -  254 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  -         -         113 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  42 

When  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  -         -          240 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate         -  -         -         285 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  -         -         286 

When  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  -         -          250 

When  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves         -  -         -         1 74 

When  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  ft  and         -  -         -         310 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin           -          -  *.         -         89 

When,  overwhelm^  with  grief       -         -  -         -         134 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  -           -          275 

When  the  Great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  -         -         31 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found          -  67 

Where  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find           -  -         -         292 

While  I  keep  filence,  and  conceal             -  -                   77 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways         -  -         -         88 
Who  (hall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place           ...         40 

Who  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill           -          -  -          -          39 

Who  will  strife  and  plead  my  right          -  -         -         206 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  -        -        -it 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay         -         -         -  iy 

Why  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor         -  -          -         114 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft         -  -         -         -     91 

Why  doth  the  Lord  (land  off  fo  far          -  -         •          32 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow             -  -         -       1 12 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook           -  -         -         58 

Why  (hould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret         .  .         .         g0 

WiU  Cod  forever  caft  us  off         -         -  -         -         164 


12  Table. 

Page. 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue  -          -         304 

With  earneft  longings  of  the  mind            -  101 

With  my  v.hole  heai  t  I'll  raife  my  fong  30 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  -         -          271 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear           -  -         -         189 

With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud  -           -           323 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  Goi         -  238 


YE  angels  round  the  throne         -         -         -         -  333 

Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice            -  79 

Ye  inlands  of  the  northern                -         -        -        -  213 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice          -          -          -          -  216 

Ye  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King               ...  249 

is  of  men,  a  feeble  race          ....  200 

Ye  ions  of  pride  that  hate  the  jufl          -          -          -  115: 

Ye  that  delight  to  ierve  the  Lord           -           -          .  248 

at  obey  th'  immortal  King         ...         -  296 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join           .....  324 

faith  the  Lord}  if  David's  race         ...  191 


THE 


PSALMS   of   DAVID, 

IMITATED    IN   THE    LANGUAGE 

OF      THE 

NEW  TESTAMENT. 


Psalm  L     Common  Metre. 

The  imy  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

i   Tpt  LEST  is  tlie  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
J3     Where  fmners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways.., 
And  hates  the  feoffor's  feat  : 

2  But  in  the  datutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word.. 
And  meditates  by  night, 

3  [He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind. 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  dorms  and  blading  wind. 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  date.]  ■ 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profeflion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  cinders  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft-; 

What  vain  deligns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away,  like  duft„ 
Or  chaff  before  the  dorm, 
B 


14  Psalm  1 


6  Sinners- in  judgment  fhall  not  {land 

Amongft  the  fons  of  grace, 
"When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread  \ 

His  hesrt  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


Psalm  I.     Short  Metre. 

The  faint  happy ^  the /inner  miferable. 

THE  man  is  ever  bleft 
Who  fhuns  the  miners'  ways, 
Among!!  their  councils  never  {lands, 

Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place  : 

13ut  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  iludy  and  delight, 
Amidfl  the  labours  of  the  day 

And  watches  of  the  night. 

He,  like  a  tree,  mall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root  : 
Frelli  as  the  leaf  his  name  mall  live  ; 

His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

Not  fo  th*  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  blefiings  find  : 
Their  hopes  mail  flee  like  empty  chafl 

Before  the  driving  wind. 

How  will  they  bear  t'o  (land 

Before  that  judgment-feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  ChrilYs  right  hand 

In  full  affembly  meet  ? 

He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  finners  and  their  works  fliall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 


Psalm  1,  2,  15 


Psalm  I.      Long  Metre. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 
i    T  TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
:[j[    Shun  the  broad  way  which  finners  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 

And  fears  to  talk  as  feoffors  do. 

2  He  loves  t9  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  his  word, 

3  He,  like  a  plant,  by  gentle  dreams. 
Shall  fiourifli  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin, 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  croft  : 
As  chaff  before  the,  tempefl  flies  ; 

So  lhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fhakes  the  fkles. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge,  with  ftern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Straight  is  the  way  m ^faints  have  trod  ; 
I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road, 
And  down  it  leads  to  endlefsj  pain." 

Psalm   II.     Short  Metre. 

Tranfiated  according  to  the  divine  pattern, 
Acls  iv.  24,  Ssfc. 
Chrijl  dying,  rijingj  interceding,  and  reigning, 
i       [1% /FAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 


Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feas, 


16  Psalm  2. 


Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 

And  anfwers  thy  decrees.. 

The  things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fultill'd, 
When  jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 

Jeius,  thine  holy  child."] 

"Why  did  the  Gentiles  ra^e, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counfeis  to  deilroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  i  vain  dehgn  ; 
Againtl  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 

Againlt  his  Chriff  they  join. 

The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  throne  : 
He  who  hath  rais'd  hiu^orn  the  dead 

Hath  own'd  him  forjiis  Sttu. 
P  a  u  s  i:,     f. 

Now  he's  afcended  higP; 

And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth.. 

He  afes,  and  God  bellows 

A  large  inheritance  ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  ends 

His  kingdom  (hall  advance. 

The  nations  that  rebel 

Mail  teej.  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thole  honours  well 

Which  lie  receiv'd  from  God. 

[Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now. 

And  wai&ip  at  his  throm 


Psalm  %  17 


With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 


lo     If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  bleiTed  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 


Psalm  II.     Common  Metre 

\ 

HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 


■w 


"Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away* 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  who  fits  above  the  Ikies* 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  Sis  eyes. 
And  ftrikes  their  fpirits  through* 

3  "I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raife  him  from  the  dead  *f 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  his  kingdom  {pre ad. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 
Thy  rod  of  iron  fhall  deiiroy 
The  rebel  who  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th5  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne 

For,  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone^ 
Who  on  his  grace  rely, 
B  z 


18  Psalm  2* 


Psalm   II..     Loner  Metre. 

o 

ChrlJTs  deaths  refurre&kn  and  afc'enjlon.- 

J'Wl  did  the-  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  $ 
The  Romans,why  their  fwords  employ f ? 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'r^- engage, 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deilroy. 

2  "  Come,. let  us  break  his  braids, "they  fay^ 
"This  man  mall  never  give  us  laws  ?? 
And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs*. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, . 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controls^ 
Ile,Il  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pain s3. 
AndTpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made,. 
On  Zion's  everlaiting  hili  ; 

My  hand  mall  bring,  him  from  the  dead, 
And  he  mail  (land  your  Sov'reign  ftilh'3 

5  [His  wondrous  riling  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth,. 
"  This  day  Lave  I. begot  my  Som 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son.  to  my  right  hand, 
There  thou  {halt  afk,  and  I  bellow 
The  utmcil  bounds  of  Heathen  land, 
To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  mall  bow."]' 

7  But  nations,,  that  refifl  his  grace, 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftroke  y 
His  rod  fhall  cruili  his  foes  with  eafe? 
As  potter's  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pause, 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones* 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  , 


Psalm  2,  3.  19 

H»  ~ ' ■ 

Now  at  his  feet  fubmk  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  lie  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 
His  wr.ath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown^ 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy,. 

bq  His  dorms  lliall  drive  you  quick  to  hell !.' 
He  is  a  God,  and- ye  but  duft  ; 
Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truit. 

Psalm   IIL     Common  Metre, 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejfed  :    or,  God  our  defence 
from  fin  and  Satan, 

i  "]%  fTY'  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  !. 
X \  JL    How  fail  my  foes  increafe  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

s  Tlie  lying  tempter  woujd  perfuade: 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 
And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big-  to  be  forgiv'n, 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength^ 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilt,, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head,. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hilL 

He  bow'd  a  lid'ning  ear  y 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God,. 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  fhed  fo ft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes^ 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  $ 


20  Psalm  3. 


I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repofe.3 

What  though  the  hofes  of  death  and  hell 

All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  I 
Terrors  no  more  (hall  (hake  my  foul ; 

My  refuge  is  my  God. 

Arife,  0  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  terpen  t's  teeth, 

And  death  has  loft  his  iiing. 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs  ; 

His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here, 

And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 


Psalm   III.    i — 5.  Long  Metre. 

A  Morning  P faint* 

1  /^\  LORD,  how  many  arc  my  foes, 
V_y   In  this  wreak  Rate  of  fleih  and  blood  ! 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 

But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day,. 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heard* It  when  1  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  (lept  fecure  : 

Not  death  (hould  make  my  heart  afraid. 
Though  I  (hould  wake  and  rile  no  more- 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  -, 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 


Psalm  4.  21 


Psalm  IV.  1,2,3,5,6,7.  Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  ;  or,  God  our  portion,  and  Chrijl  our 

hope. 

1  f^\  GOD  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 
\_/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 
Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  : 
How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  be  fide  ; 
He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake  of  .Chrift  who  dy'd* 

4  When  our  obed'ent  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
Who  will  beftowfome  earthly  good  ? 

But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  \ 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fliall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice 
At  grace  and  favour  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn  and  all  their  wine, 

Psalm  IV.  3,4,5,8.  Common  Metre. 

An  Evening  Pfatm, 

j   "J*     ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  \ 
jl^    I  am  forever  think 


22  Psalm  4,  5. 


I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 
And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'neis  free, 
*Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee* 
I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrihce  ; 

d  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 

Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  p<  ace, 

1*11  give  mine  eyes  to  ileep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days, 

And  will  my  {lumbers  keep. 

Psalm  V.     Common  Metre. 

For  the  Lord's-day  morning, 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  ihalt  hear 
My  voice  aicending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

Up  to  the  hills,  where  Chrift  is  gone, 

To  pler.d  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 

Our  longs  and  our  complaints. 

Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 

The  wicked  mail  not  (land  : 
Sinners  ihall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  taiie  thy  mercies  there  ; 
1  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 

And  worfhip  in  thy  fear, 


Psalm  5,  6.  23 


5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  right'oufnefs  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  flraight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  cruih  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 

And  aH  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe,  who  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men,  who  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  ihield. 

Psalm  VI.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  inficknefs  :  or,  difeafes  healed* 

i   "FN  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 
i    Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm  j 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Again  ft  a  feeble  worm. 

a  My  foul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  fkih  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  j 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 
Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


24  Psalm  6. 


4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afh.es  fpeak ; 

He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
But  lilent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


Psalm  VI.     Long  Metre. 

Temptations  injtiknefs  overcome. 

l    "1"     ORD,  I  can  fuller  thy  rebukes 

JL-J    When  thou  with  kindnefs  dofl  chaflife 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear  j 
O  let  it  not  againfl  me  rife  ! 

1  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate. 

And  eafe  the  forrows  which  I  feel  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  fighs  and  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night, 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  mall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  (hall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  fiefh  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 


Ps'alm  6,  7.  '  25 


But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts,  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  fief h  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm  VII.     Common  Metre. 

God's  care  of  his  people,  and  pvnifh  merit  of  'perf editors* 

i   Tk/fY  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend, 
IVA    My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  j 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thole  who  feek  my  blood* 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  dufts 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
1  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  pow'r  control  ; 
Awake  to  judgment.,  and  command 
Deliverance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  [Let  fmaers  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dull : 
C 


26 Psalm  7,  8, 

Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 

But  there  themfelves  are  call  ; 
My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  laft.J 

9  That  cruel,  perfecuting  race 

Mud  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  jullice  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  VIII.     Short  Metre. 

Cod's  /overt -ignty  and  goodnefs  ;    and  man's  dominion 
over  the  creatures, 

1  £~*\  LORD,  our  heav'niy  King, 
X^Jf    Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine  : 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 

And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies  : 

3  When  I  furvey  the  liars, 
And  all  their  mining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ! 

4  Lord?** hat  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thcu  fliould'ft  love  him  fo ! 


Psalm  8.  27 


Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafts  like  Haves  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  hih  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wondrous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  dull  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 

Surpriiing  honours  to  thy  name  ! 
And  ilrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'n ly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhin.v] 


Psalm  VIII.      Common  Metre. 

Qhrifis  conchfcertfion  and  glorification ;   or>  God  made  man. 

i   £~\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
\^JF    Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim, 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  which  rules  the  night. 
And  ilars  that  well  adorn  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light  : 

3  Lord,  what  is  man  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ! 


28  Psalm  8. 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fhould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  lave  a  dying  worm  ! 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown. 

And  men  would  not  adore, 

Th*  obedient  feas  and  fifties  own 

His  Godhead  and  his  powV. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 

And  iiih,  at  his  command, 
Bring  their  hrgc  fhoals  to  Fetor's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Tfaefe  lefler  glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  fleihly  cloud; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confcls  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefty 

Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  be  his  honours  founded  high, 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ; 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  (late 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 


Fsalm  VIII.  ver.  i,2.  PcraphrafetL 

Fii ft  part.    Long  Metre, 
The  hofanrta  ■  -'-rtn  ;  or,  infants  praifmg  God* 

i      \  LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

XA.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread  ; 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  hcav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 


Psalm  8.  29 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honour  raife  -, 

And  babes,  with  uninftrucfced  tongue^ 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife, 

3  Thy  pow'r  aflifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground  } 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidfl  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  *7 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  young  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  \ 
Revenge  fits  iilent  in  their  breads 
"While  jewifti  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

Psalm  VIII.  ver.  3,  &c.  FaraphrafecL 

Second  part*   Long  Metre. 
Adam  and  Chrift,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation, 

1  '  I      ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft  ? 
1    4   Adam  the  offspring  of  the  duft  ! 

That  thou  fhould'fi  fet  him-  and  his  race 
But  juR  below  an  angel's  place  I 

2  That  thou  ihould'ft  raife  his  nature  £b9 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  I 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  (late  ! 
What  honours  mail  thy  Son  adorn ? 
"Who  condefcended  to 'be  born  I 

C2 


30  Psalm  8,  9. 


4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ! 
See  him  in  dull  among  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
But  he  (hall  reign  with  pow'r  divine ! 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glorious,  fliall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

Psalm  IX.      Firfi  Part. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment -feat, 

i   "ITJJT^^  my  wk°*e  heart  Pll  raife  my  fong, 
V  V        Thy  wonders  1*11  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  fhame. 

S  Til  iing  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fliall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppreis'd  ? 
To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men,  who  know  thy  name,  will  trufl 

In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  foribok  thejuft. 
Who  humbly  fought  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil* 


Psalm  9-  31 


Psalm  IX.  ver.  12.     Second  Fart. 

The  wifdom  and  equity  cf  Providence, 

1    'W  THEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 
YV        Shall  once  inquire  for  blood  ; 
The  humble  fouls,  who  mourn  in  dull, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

1  He  from  the  dreadful  spates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 
In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  mall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  (inners  perifh  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  had  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 
The  mare  muft  be  their  own. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  The  wicked  (hall  link  down  to  hell  \ 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands, 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought,. 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  mail  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  mail  their  hopes  be  vain. 

7  [Rife,,great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat5 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more, 


3 2 Psalm  9,  10, 

8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Mike  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

Psalm  X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayers  heard,  and  faints  faved  ;  or,  f0de9  atheifmy 

and  opprejjion  punijhcd. 

For  a  humiliation-day. 
i   ^T  THY  doth  the  Lord  (land  off  fo  far? 
V  V       &nd  w^y  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  {hall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'r  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  ftiil  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  mall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand  ; 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  {hall  dare  to  {land 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay,  with  foolifh  pride, 
The  God  of '  beav'n  vj'tl!  nter  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion's  fide  ? 

6  But  thou  forever  art  our  Lord  ; 

And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 


Psalm  10,  11, 33 

As  when  the  Heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifiYd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  eaufe  thine  ear  to  hear ; 
Hearken  to  what  thy  children  fay, 
And  put  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs ; 

No  more  defpifc  the  juft  ; 
And  mighty  finncrs  mall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  dufh 


Psalm  XI.     Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous,  and  bates  the  wicked, 
5   7%  7§"Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
XVj~     Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly,  like  a  tim'rous,  trembling  dove, 
To  dtftant  woods  or  mountains  jly  ? 

2  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juflice  void, 
Where  fhall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne  j 
His  eyes  iurvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
Bis  eyelids  fearch  our  loirits  through. 

4  If  he  axllicb  his  funis  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrcfTors  fear  ! 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tempeils  of  brimilone,  fire  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  wiiii  his  angry  breath. 


34  Psalm  11,  12, 


6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  iincerc, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

Psalm  XII.      Long  Metre. 

The  faints'  fafety  and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or,  fins  ojthe 
tongue  complained  of,  viz.  bhifphemy,falfehood,  &C* 

1  T     ORD,  if  thou  doft  not  loon  appear, 
II  j    Virtue  and  truth  will  flee  away  \ 

A  faithful  man  among  us  here 
Yv'iil  force  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  neighbours  meet, 

GUM  with  trills;  looie  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceir, 
Aiui  their  proud  language  is  profane, 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long: 
The  God  of  \  .round 
The  flati'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  fhall  our  words  be  free \  they  cry, 
Our  tongues  fhall  be  control* el  by  none  : 
When  is  the  Lord  i  us  why  ? 
Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  oivn  ? 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 

i  heirs  th*  oppr  haughty  (train, 

1  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  fh ill  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  (hall  fail  appear  ; 

t  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 
From  drofs  and  mixture,  dunes  fo  clear. 


Psalm  12.  35 


7  Thy  grace  (hall,  in  the  darkeft  hour, 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
Though  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 
On  ev'ry  fide  will  iinners  fwarm. 

Psalm  XII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or,  the 
promife  andjigns  of  ChriJTs  coming  to  judgment. 

1    T  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  5 
J7i    Religion  lofes  ground  ! 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

1  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  ad  the  flatt'rer's  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

How  is  their  fury  ftirr'd  ! 
Are  not  our  lips  our  own^  they  cry. 
And  who  Jha/l  be  our  Lord  ? 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities, abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft' ning  on  ? 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  iigh  ? 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 


U Psalm  12,  13. _ 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 

And  make  opprefTors  flee  ; 
I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 

Through  ages  fhall  endure  : 
The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

Psalm  XI IL     Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  God  under   defer  lion  ;    or>   hope  in 
darkncfs. 

I    ¥TOVV  Jong,  O  Lord,  fhall  I  complain, 
JTjL  Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Cunfl  thou  thy  face  forever  hide, 
And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 

1  Shall  I  forever  he  forgot, 

As  ojie  whom  thou  regarded  not  ? 
Still  fhall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourn  ? 
And  dill  defpair  of  thy  return  r 

3  How  long  fhall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  toe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  £o  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  dearth  concludes  my  grief; 
If  thou  withhold^  thy  lieav'nly  light, 
I  fleep  in  everlafting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pov/rs  of  darknefs  boaft, 
If  but  one  praying  I'oul  be  loft  ! 

But  I  have  truileu  in  thy  grace, 
And  fhall  agafn  behold  thy  face. 


Psalm  13.  37 


6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeit, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  fhall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

Psalm  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  temptations  of  the  devil. 

i    TJOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
f~l  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  {hall  my  poor  laboring  foul 

Wreftie  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts  ; 
He  fpread-s  a  mift  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts, 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  be  thou  my  fhield  ; 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafte,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fieep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boafc  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  ? 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay ! 

6  But  they  (hall  fly  at  thy  rebuke. 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread, 

D  ' 


3^ Psalm  13,  14. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 
I  mail  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  vicVry  mall  be  fung. 

Psalm  XIV.  Firji  Part.  Com.  Met. 

By  nature  all  men  are  finners. 

i   TpOOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
jjj     "  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

i  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane. 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  : 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand. 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  \ 

Their  {landers  never  ccafe  ; 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 


Psalm  14,  15, 39 

Psalm  XIV.   2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  folly  of  perfecutors. 

1  A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown, 
Ji\.  That  they  the  faints  devour  j 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft : 
Great  God  !  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come, 

To  finilh  our  diftrefs ! 
When  God  fhall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  mail  never  ceafe. 


Psalm  XV.     Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  a  faint ;  or,  a  citizen  of  Zion  .*  or*  the 
qualifications  of  a  Chri/lian. 

1  TTTHO  mall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God  of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
That  truftshis  Maker's  promifes, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 


40 Psalm  15. 

Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwear** 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
This  man  (hall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

Psalm  XV.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  jujlice^  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or,  duties  t& 
God  and  man  :  or,  the  qualifications  of  a  ChriJUan* 

lO  (hall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Whofc  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean,. 

bofe  lips  dill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  j, 
No  Sanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  (late  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ilood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  judice  fliould  be  fold  : 


Psalm  15,  16.  41 

While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  (till  the  fame, 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifti  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

Psalm  XVI.   \ji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

ConfeJJion  of  our  poverty r,  and  faints  the  befl  company  ; 
or,  good  works  profit  men,  not  God. 

i   TTJRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
JL     For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeft, 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  bleft, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  j 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

v  Thefe  are  the  choked  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirtl^ 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine  ; 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birtl 
Whofe  thoughts  and  languag^are  divine, 

D  2 


42  Psalm  16 


Psalm  XVI.   2d  Part.  Long  Metre 

ChriJVs  All-Sufficiency. 
OW  fafl  their  guilt  ana  forrows  rife., 
Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol  god  \ 
I  will  not  taftc  their  facrifice, 
Their  ofPrings  of  forbidden  bloods 
1  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  has  oller'd  up 
Jefus,  his  beft  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  'r 
And,  be  his  name  forever  bleft, 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlalling  guard. 

Psalm  XVI.  ^d  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  refur  reel  ion. 

1  "^TTHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftronga 

VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  {hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  forever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  {hall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  {halt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  Iky. 


Psalm  16.  43 


4  There  ft  reams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow, 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
(\^hich  we  but  tailed  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

Psalm  XVL  i-8.  iJlPart.  C.  Metre, 

Support  and  counfel  from  God,  without  merit. 
i    O  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  i 

£3     IQ  tnee  m>r  tru^  *  place, 
Though  all  the  good,  that  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath. 

The  faints  may  profit  by't  ; 
I     The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathen's  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  worfhip  wood  or  Hone  > 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftant  food  \ 

He  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ! 

His  counfels  are  my  light : 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-feeing  eye  : 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  fhall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 


44  Psalm  16,  1 


Psalm  XVI.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

The  death  and  refurreftion  of  Chrift.  • 

1  "  T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

X  "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give ; 
u  Thy  prefence,  joys  unknown." 

4  [Thus,  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify *d  and  llain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores ! 
Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  mall  my  feet  arife  and  (land 

On  heavVs  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand. 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.J 

Psalm  XVIL  ver.  13,  &c\  Short  M. 

Portion  of  faints  and  fmners  ;  cr,  hope  and  defpair  in  death , 

i      A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
jLjL  And  make  the  wicked  flee  j 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee, 


Psalm  17.  45 

»"  nil         I    ■  — —  II      I    «      ,  I  I  — — — — ^— I— — ^  I  ,  » 

2  Behold,  the  fmner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies. 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all  his  ftore  j 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifh  no  more. 

4  I  (hall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefi, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood* 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath  t 

Psalm  XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  firmer9  s  portion  and  the  faint* s  hope  ;  or,  the  beav* 
en  of fepar ate  fouls ,  and  the  refurreclion, 

x   '        ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
1,  j  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 
"When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  mares2 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs, 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  5 

I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  Hand  complete  in  righteoutnefi. 


46 Psalm  17,  18. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fhow  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  iiibftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  fhall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  ! 
I  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  control 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 


Psalm  XVIII.    ift  Part.  Long  Met 

Ver.   i — 6,  15 — 18. 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or,  temptations  overcome. 

1  rT^HEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

JL     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  mail  be  my  truit, 
For  I  have  found  ialvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  law  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrovvs  there, 
Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell, 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs,  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  j 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 


Psalm  18.  47 

5  [Witjj  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  ihone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  ; 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great ; 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  j 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill, 

In  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage, 

8  My  fong  forever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

Psalm  XVIII.  20-26. 2d  Part.  L.  M. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded, 

1  7      ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  ibul  fincere, 

I  j  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or,  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  never  wkh  a  wicked  heart. 

3  "What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace,  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  again  ft  my  darling  fin  : 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will } 


48  Psalm  18. 


When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more? 

5  [With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward : 
The  kind  and  faithful  foul  mall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  The  juft  and  pure  fhall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they : 
And  men  that  love  revenge  fliall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too,] 

Psalm  XVIII.  $dPart.  Long  Metre, 

Ver.  30,  31,  32,  46,  &c. 
Rejoicing  in  God ;  or,  falvation  and  triumph. 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Or,  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'lis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And,  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives  (and  bleiTed  be  my  rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives : 
The  dark  deiigns  of  hell  are  broke ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name ; 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  ihame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  fjrrace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 


Psalm  18.  49 


Psalm  XVIII.   ijl  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies, 

i   TTTE  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore ; 
W      Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  : 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'rs 
Our  bulwark  and  our  ihield. 

i  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  fure  defence ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

g  When  God,  our  leader,  mines  in  arm% 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 
The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
The  lightning  of  his  fpear? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels,  in  array, 
In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  hi&JErown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'r^Js  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  Drill, 
Gives  them  his  awful  fvvord  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

7  [He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fight, 

Though  there  his  name's  forgot  \ 
(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
J3ut  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 
E 


0  Psalm  18. 


8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft, 
For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs,  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

Psalm  XVIII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met 

The  conqueror's  fong. 

1  ririO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

_t_      The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  feale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield ; 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  : 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  Rock  of  Ifr'el  ever  lives ; 

His  name  be  ever  blcfl  ; 
,Tis  his  own  arm  the  vict'ry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

6  On  kings  that  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  bleflings  down  ; 
Secures  their  honours  to  their  {ccd7 
And  well  fupports  their  crown; 


Psalm  19.  51 


Psalm  XIX.  ift  Part.  Short  Metre* 

The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

For  a  Lord's-Day  morning. 

i       T>  EHOLD  the  lofty  fky 

J3  Declares  its  maker,  God, 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  cour.fe  the  fame  ; 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 
Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 

They  mew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriflian  lands,  rejoice  ! 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 

"We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  his  gofpei  in  our  hands", 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure  ; 
His  truth  without  deceit  : 

His  promifes  forever  fure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great* 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  tafte 
Affords  fo  much  delight  ; 

Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  pafs*d? 
So  much  allures  the  fight* 


52  Psalm  19. 

8       While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemers  name.] 

„ . 1 . — i — <* 

Psalm  XIX.  %d  Part.  Short  Metre* 

God's  word  mojl  excellent ;    or,  Jlncerity  and  watch* 
fulnefs. 

For  a  LordVDay  morning.. 
i        T>  EIIOLD  the  morning  fun 
J[j   Begins  his  glorious  way  ! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpcl  come3,. 
It  fpreads  diviner  light  \ 

It  calls  dead  linners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  ail  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

Forever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurcly  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Arc  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain* 
But  mid  the  path  to  heav'ii. 
P  a  u  s  E. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  kit  I  ft  ray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  I 


Psalm  19,  5$ 

Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs, 

■j       Warn  me  of  every  fin  $ 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 
And  cleanfe  th&  guilty  foul  of  mine;. 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts*, 

8       While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worftrip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

— _ ___________ i«  ifi-i     "-        r~ 

Psalm  XIX.      Long  Metre; 

The  books  of  nature  and  offcripture  compared  ;  or,  th£ 

glory  andfuccefs  of  the  gofpeU- 
_   nf^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  \ 
X     In  ev'ry  ftar  thy  wifdom  fhines : 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word,. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines, 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights,  and  days*  thy  pow'r  confefs  ^ 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou- haft- writ 
Reveals  thy  juflice  and  thy  grace;. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  i 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  lando 

4  Nor  {hall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft1 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ;" 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  blcft,. 
That  feevthe  light,  or  feel  t lie  fun* 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  lights 

Ea. 


54  Psalm  19. 


Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  iins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

Psalm  XIX.      Particular  Metre. 

The  books  of  nature  andfcripture.. 
I  4f^\  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'hs  well-order'd  frame 
VjT  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  V 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  v* 
A  thoufand  ilarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  fkill  divine. 

i  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night,. 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light 

Lecture  \  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  j 
With  lilent  eloquence  they  raifc 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftructions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  ; 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft,. 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmilcs,  and  fpeaks  his  maker,  God  \ 

All  nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  praife. 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  mines ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 


Psalm  19,  2t), 55: 

Pa  use. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford' 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diitreit ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  rny  doubtful  way  y 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  dray  ; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  refh 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  r 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  taile,. 
Nor  gold,  that  has  the  furnace  pail, 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  light. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring.eyeSj. 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefled  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean,. 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  re  drain  $: 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace,. 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain.. 

Psalm  XX,      Long  Metre, 

Prayer  and  hope  of  viclory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

i  1VTOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
X  Nl    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  !; 
Jehovah  hears  when  IlV'el  prays, 
And  brings  deiiv'rance  from  on  high* 


56 Psalm  20,  21. 

%  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fhields  or  brazen  walls  j 
He  from  his  ianctuary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength,  when  Zion  calls0 

3  WelL  he  remembers  all  our  fighs ; 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts* 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifr'el  s  God 
Our  troops  mail  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  *f 
Our  furefl  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  holts* 

6  [O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  light  ! 

Our  foes  {hall  fall  and  die  with  (liame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fhameful  flight.] 

1  Now  lave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear ; 
Now  let  our  hope  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
Till  thy  (alvation  {hall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

Fsalm  XXL-   Com.  Metre,  Altered* 

Our  country  the  care  of  Heaven. 

j   jf~\VR  land,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife 
\^_Jf   Shall  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
And,  blefl  with  thy  faivation,  raife 
To  heaven  their  cheerful  voice. 


Psalm  21.  si 


2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Has  fpread  our  wondrous  name  ; 
And  our  fuccefsful  actions  crown'd 
With  dignity  and  fame. 

3  Then  let  our  land  on  God  alone 

For  timely  aid  rely  ; 
His  mercy,  which  adorns  his  throne, 
Shall  all  our  wants  fupply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes 

Shall"  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ', 
Thy  vengeful  arm  mail  find  out  thofe 
Who  hate  all  juft  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  do  ft  engage, 

Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom 
Shall,  Ijtke  a  fiery  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes  and  them  confume. 

5  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  pow'r  declare, 
And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ;  • 
Whilft  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

Psalm  XXL  ver.  1—9.   Long  Met 

Chrift  exalted  to  the  kingdom, 
x  TRfc  AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  hisilrength, 
jLjf    Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace  \ 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  is  the  MdBah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high,,_ 
And  giv'n  the  world,  to  his  command. 


58 Psalm  21,  22. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  requeft  withhold  j 
Bleffings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  erowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  (acred  temples  mine  ; 
Blefl  with  thejavour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  (hall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raennse  heat  and  living  coals, 

So  (hall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

_  — +* 

Psalm  XXII.  ifl  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
Ver.  i — 1 6, 

The  fufftrings  and  death  of  Cbrift* 
i  «  \\  THY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 
VV     "  Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ?" 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguiih  fpoke, 
And  thus  Gur  dvins  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praiGng  faints, 
Yet  thou  canit  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name. 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm,  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head,  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
"  &  vain  he  trufts  in  God"  they  cry, 
"  Ncgkcled  and  forlorn'' 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  fleflb-, 

By  thine  almighty  word  : 


Psalm  22. 59 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  ftand  threat'ning  round, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  a  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Bafhan,  fierce  and  flrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 

The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

io  My  God,  if  poflible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

1 1  My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown  j 

In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  ; 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 
My  dying  flem  fhall  reft  in  hope. 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 


60  Psalm  22. 


Psalm  XXII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

Ver.  20,  21,  27 — 31. 
ChriJF  j  fuffcrings  and  kingdom. 

1  "  "foTOW  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

\SH    «  O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son  ; 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  our  fufPring  Saviour  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicYry  of  his  death. 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  (hall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  mud  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  {hall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

c  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mail  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all,  that  feek  the  Lord,  ihall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

0  The  ifles  mall  know  the  righteoufnefl 
Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  nations,  yet  unborn,  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

Psalm  XXII.     Long  Metre. 

ChnjV  s  fujf'erlngs  and  e  salt  at  ion. 
OW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 


■  n°t; 


Psalm  22,  23.  61 


When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

s  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fliook  their  heads,  and  laugh'd  in  fcorn  j 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  ; 

"  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V* 

4  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  ftood  round  like  favage  beads, 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  ftreams'of  blood  each  other  meet  \ 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  cur  Jhepherd. 
r  mepherd  is  the  living  Lord  : 
Now  fhall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  : 

His  providence  and  holy  word,' 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide. 

In  paftures  where  ialvation  gfows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft  j 
F 


62  Psalm  23. 


There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food's  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake, 
But  lie  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteoufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale. 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Aciidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  (lay  ; 
'Ihy  liaif  fupperts  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  ions  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  gocdnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  tabic  fpread  fo  well, 
With  living  bread,  and  cheerful  w . 

7  [IIovv  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condescends  to  reft  ! 
'lis  a  divine  anointing,  fhed 
Like  oil  of  gladneis  at  a  fcafl. 

3  Surely  th<  f  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfchold  ail  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  leek  his  face  and  ling  his  praiie.] 

Psalm  XXIII.     Common 

i  ^\  /JTY  fliepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
JL  v  A  Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
T elide  the  living  ftreana. 


Psalm  23.  68 


2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 

When  1  forfake  his  ways ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  (hades  of  death, 

Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  full  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  biefiings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
O  may  thine  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife. 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Short  Metre! 

i        njPIIE  Lord  my  fheoherd  is, 
1.     I  (hall  be  well  fupply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  1  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pais, 
And  full  falvation  flowk 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 


64  Psalm  23,  24. 


And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  moil  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Though  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made.. 
My  fhepherd's  with  me  there* 

5  In  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  doft  my  table  fpread, 

My  cup  with  blefllngs  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praiie. 

Psalm  XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

'Dwelling  with  God. 

i   r|  THE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's, 
J[     With  Adam's  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 
i  But  who  among  the  fans  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchlef  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife,  and  take 

The  bleilings  of  his 
Tliis  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  fouls'  immortal  pov. 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare  ; 
Lift  up  their  cveriafting  doors, 
The  King  of  Glory's  near. 


Psalm  24.  65 


5  The  King  of  Glory  !   who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
"With  faints,  is  his  delight. 

Psalm  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  heaven  :  or,  ChriJVs  afcenfion, 

i   nnHIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

X  And  men,  and  worms, and  beafts,and  birds  } 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 
Who  fhall  afcend  that  bled  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean  \ 
Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  mall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everiaiting  light, 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conau'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

F2 


66  Psalm  24,  25, 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  doer, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bletl  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

Psalm  XXV.  ijt  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  i — 1 1. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direftkn. 

LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
My  trull  is  in  his  name  : 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  llvame. 

Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well. 
That  I  may  Tcape  the  ihare. 

From  the  firft  dawning  light 
Till  the  dark  evening  rife, 
For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes* 

Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  tins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind  ; 
The  meek  (hall  learn  his  ways } 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

For  his  own  goodnefb'  fake 
lie  laves  my  foul  from  fhame  : 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great). 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 


Psalm  25.  67 


Psalm  XXV.  2d  Part.  Short' Metre. 

Ver.  12,  14,  10,  13. 
Divine  hflruflion. 
I        ^1T THERE  mall  the  man  be  found, 
W     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God  » 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

1       The  Lord  mail  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fliow* 
And  all  his  love  impart, 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 
Arc  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 

With  fuch  as  to  his  covenant  ftatld, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  fouls  mail  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  face  : 

Their  feed  fhall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 


Psalm  XXV.  3d  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  15 — 22,. 
Diftrefs  of  foul ;    or*  backfliding  and  deferiian... 
3       "T^/TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
A.VJL  Are  ever  m  the  Lord  ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 
And  reft  upon  his  word, 

2       Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 


68 Psalm  25,  26. 

3  When  (hall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  wo  : 

My  fpirit  languishes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain? 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 
Pause. 
G       Behold  the  hofts  of  hell ; 
Mow  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7       O  !  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

B       With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifr'el  it  fhall  ne'er  be  faid, 


"He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 


)1 


Psalm  XXVI.      Long  Metre, 

Self-examination  ;  or,  evidences  of  grace. 

i    TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways; 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  hearl  -} 
My  faith  upon  thy  promife  ftays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


Psalm  26,  27. 69 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
With  hands  well  wauVd  in  innocence  ; 
But  when  I  Hand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  ; 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  la  ft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafl 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

Psalm  XXVII.  iji  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  i — 6. 
The  church  is  our  delight  and  fafety. 

i   *TPHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
J[     And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  flrength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  : 

O  !  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  mall  I  offer  my  requefts, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ilill ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meilages  of  love9. 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 


70  Psalm  27, 


4  When  troubles  rife  and  ftorms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  mail  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  fongs.of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

Psalm  XXVII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  8,  9,  13,  14. 
Prayer  and  hope* 

1  QOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 
C5  "  Ye  children,  feek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replv'd  without  delav, 

"  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  mc, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  the  2 

In  a  diflreiling  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  belie v'd 
To  lee  thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faint?, 

And  keep  your  courage  up; 
He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


Psalm  295  30.  71 


Psalm  XXIX,      Long  Metre, 

Storm  and  thunder. 
i   jT^i  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
\yr  Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r } 
Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name. 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

a  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud, 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  temped,  hail  and  wind 
Lay  the  wide  forefl  bare  around ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found* 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  {lately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife5 
The  vallies  roar,  the  defer  ts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  o'er  the  flood  -f 
The  Thund'rer  reigns  forever  king : 
But  makes  his  church  his  bleft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fin-g. 

6  In  gentler  language  there,  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
Amidft  the  raffing  ftorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


[Psalm  XXX.  ijl  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Sicknefs  healed,  andforrcw  removed* 

'  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
J.  At  thy  command  difeafes  flyj 


72  Psalm  30, 


Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  : 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning-itar  reftores  the  joy. 

Psalm  XXX.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ver.  6. 

Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery. 

1  ipiRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
j[j  And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night  : 
Fondly  I  laid  within  my  he?.rt, 

"  Pleafure  and  peace  {hall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  flrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  fUnd  fo  long  j 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  dull,  can  I  declare 

"Thy  truth,  or  fmg  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  laid, 

"  And  brine  me  from  among:  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  j 


Psalm  30,  31.  7  3 


I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 
Thy  praife  mall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n^ 
For  ficknefs  heaPd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

Psalm  XXXI.  ijt  Part    Com.  Met, 

yer.  5,  13—19,  22,  23. 

Deliverance  from  death, 

i    TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
JL  My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  paffions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  flrife, 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cry'd, 

■"  Though  I  draw  near  the  dull  ;" 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trufh 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  ihine, 
And  lave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Paus  e. 

5  ['Twas  in  my  hafte  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  I  mull  defpair  and  die, 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  $" 
But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry.l 
G  '      ' 


74  Psalm  31 


6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  grace 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefly, 
And  trull  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  ling  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

Psalm  XXXL  2d  Part.  Corn.  Met* 

Ver.  7 — 13,  18 — 21. 

Deliverance  from  Jlander  and  reproach* 

1  T\,/I~Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
A.VA  My  God,  my  help,  my  trull ; 
Thou  hall  preferv'd  my  face  from  fliame, 

Mine  honour  from  the  dull. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief, "  I  cry'd  j 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans  ; 
"  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  forrow  walles  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown  : 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  belet  me  round  ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  halt  wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 


Psalm  31,  32.  75 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boaftings  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide  ; 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs  j 
And  cruih  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

Psalm  XXXII.     Short  Metre. 

Forgivenefs  of  fin  upon  confeffion. 

i       |^\  BLESSED  fouls  are  they, 
\JP  Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pad, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit. 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wound  ; 

Till  I  confefs'd  my  lins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftreft 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


76 Psalm  32. 

Psalm  XXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Free  pardon  and  fine  ere  obedience  ;  or,  confcfflon  and 
forgi-vsnefs* 

1  T1APPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
XjL  No  more  imputes  his  fin  ; 

But  wahVd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  Happy,  beyond  exprdlion,  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarged  ! 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fin  cere, 
He  guarcfe  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes* 
To  keep  his  conference  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fupprell, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  : 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  bread, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 

>  fecret  lir.s  reveal' 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  1.  my  faults, 

Thy  grace  my  pardon  feai'd. 

6  This  mall  invite  thy  flints  to  pray  ; 

lien  like  a  raging  ft- 
T  .  our  ttrength  and  ftay 

Is  a  forgiving  God. 


Psalm  XXXII.  \fi  Part.  L>  kt. 

Repentance  and  free  par  den  i     or,  i  and  fandtfUdtkn*. 

i    TJ  LEST  is  the  man,  forever  bleft, 

J3  ^Vhcle  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God* 


Psalm  32.  77 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  coflSte'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Bleft  is  the  man,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  j 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  fhines. 

Psalm  XXXII.  2d  Part.  Long  Met, 

A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  corifejfion  and  pardon* 

1  *\"/57r^k^  *  keep  filence,  and  conceal 

V V     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace, 

3  For  this  fhall  ev'ry  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addrefles  to  thy  feat : 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll,  * 

There  fhall  they  find  a  bled  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  itorms  appear ! 
And  whjpi  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  gmcfe  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnaVe, 


7  !>      Psalm  33. 

Psalm  X^tlll.  ifi  Part,  C.  Metro 

Works  of  creation  and  -providence, 
x   T3  EJOfCE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
jL\  This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word,- 
How  holy,  juft,  and  true ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim,^ 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  : 
And  by  die  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  mining  hods  were  rrYads* 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  ;. 
The  flowing  teas  their  limits  know^ 
And  their  own  flation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  (land  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birthr 
And  refls  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcornsithe  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  : 
His  counfel  Hands  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines. 


Psalm  XXXIII,  zd  Part,  C.  Metre, 

Creatures  vain.,  arid  Gcd  all-fujjicienti 
i  TTJLES'T  is  the  nation,  where  the  Lord 
J[3  Hath  iix'd  his  gracious  thronejjfcl 
Where  he.  reveals  his  heav'nly  word^r 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  ovja>- 


Psalm  33.  7 


2  His  eye  with  infinite  furvey 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  } 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed,  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beafts  or  menr 

To  hope  for  fafety  thence  : 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain* 

A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear  and  God  their  trui% 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  y 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Amongft  ten  thoufand  dead,- 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice. 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone, 

Psalm  XXXIII.  iji  Part.  Partic.  M, 

Works  of  creation  and  providence, 

i  "^TTTioly  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

J[    Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice  £ 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Juflice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves  % 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  5. 


80  Psalm  33, 


How  wide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth ! 
And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  ftarry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  feas, 
(Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place) 

In  the  vaft  ftorehoufe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires  and  leas,  and  heav'n  and  earth 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands,, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

Psalm  XXXlll.  id  Part.  Partic.  M. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fufficjent. 

1  /~\  HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^J  Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways  ; 

But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown.  ^ 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  flrength    the   champion  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  : 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed,  or  courage  of  an  horie 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  companion,  Lord, 
"Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  death  or  dangers  threading  (land  : 


Psalm  33,  3  1,  81 


Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft. 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 
When  wars  or  famine  wade  the  land. 

In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Thou  our  phyfician,  thou  our  fhield, 

Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  j 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 


Psalm  XXXIV.  ill  Fart.  Long  Met. 

God's  care  of  the  faints  ;  of,  deliverance  by  prayer. 

i   T     ORD,  I  wiil  bid's  thee  all  my  days, 
%  a  Thy  praife  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue  \ 
My  foul  ih all  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  long, 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me ; 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  : 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  £ 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'n ly  fhine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  ikies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  'their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  r 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints, 
Taftc  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word,  I 


82  Psalm  34. 


6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  j 
But  none  fhall  leek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  iupplies  of  real  good. 


Psalm  XXXIV.  2d  Part.  Long  Met. 

Ver.  11 — 22. 
Religious  education  ;  or,  inflruclions  of  piety. 

1  y^lHildren,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\^J(  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue  ; 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  (late, 
Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5,  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones  : 
They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

Psalm  XXXIV.  \Ji  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  1 — 10. 
Prayer*  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 
1   T'LL  blefs  the  Lcrd  from  day  to  day  : 
X  How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 


Psalm  34.  83 


Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

:  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  finner  cry'd ; 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fliame, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

j  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  me  flood. 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes ; 

\  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

5  [O  finners  !  come  and  tafte  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways  ; 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.J 

j  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ! 
His  eye  regards  the  juft  : 
How  richly  blefs'd  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft ! 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
And  famifh  in  the  wood  \ 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 


S4  Psalm  34, 


Psalm  XXXIV.  2d  Part,  Com.  Met. 

Yer.  11 — 22. 

Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs. 
OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  9 


c 


And,  that  your  days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  praclife  love, 

Purfue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So  ihall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,  who  faves  them  all  at  laft, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fhall  finite  the  wicked  dead, 

But  Cod  fee u res  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  fmner  rolls, 

Sairts  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 


Psalm  35.  85 


Psalm  XXXV.  \fi  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  i — 9. 

Prayer  and  faith  of  perfecuted faints  ;  or,  imprecations 

mixed  with  charity. 

1  TV  TOW  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God, 
1>J    With  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 
*     Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

>i  Draw  out  thy  fpear,  and  flop  their  way. 
Lift  thy  avenging  rod  ; 
But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
"  I  am  thySSaviour  God." 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet, 

And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread^ 
Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 

And  flipp'ry  be  their  ground ; 
Thy  wrath  (hall  make  their  lives  a  prey, 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  wind, 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  an^el  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell  j 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Amongft  that  impious  race, 
H 


86  Psalm  35, 


Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew, 
By  thy  furprifing  grace. 

8  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice, 
To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

Psalm  XXXV.  2d  Part.  Com,  Met. 

Ver.  12 — 14, 

Lsve  to  enemies  ;    or,  the  love  of   Chrift  to  finners 
typified  in  David. 

1  "O  EHOLD  !  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
JO  That  holy  David  mows  ; 

Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move, 
To  his  afflicted  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains. 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart ; 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpcl  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fafting  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  lie  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  Hill  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  bleffipgs  on  his  head 
'J he  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Chrift  the  Lord  appears: 
While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 


Psalm  35,  36.  87 


6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifr'ePs  king, 
Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels,  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

Psalm  XXXVI.  5 — 9.  Long  Met. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God ;    or,  general 
providence  and  fpecial  grace. 

1  ¥  TIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God ! 
11  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  Alines  ; 
Thy  truth  lhall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  deftgns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  •, 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fhue  ^ 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace. 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings ! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Fly  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  mall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  ialvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  lhall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word^ 


88 ^ Fsalm  36. 

Psalm  XXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1,2,  5,  6,  7,  9.     Prattled  atheifm  expofed\  or9 
the  being  and  attributes  of  God  ajferted. 

1  "T^'THILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

Vy      And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whatever  their  lips  profefs) 
"  God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
"  Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace." 

3  What  ftrange  feif-ilatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes ! 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour, 
When  they  fhall  fee,  with  fore  furprifc,  1 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  mall  maintain  its  throne, 

lough  mountains  melt  away; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathonVd  lea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  j 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

€  Safety  to  map  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  bead  : 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  choofe  to  reft. 

7  [From  thee,  when  creature  dreams  run  low. 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
And  raiie  our  pleafures  high. 


Psalm  36.  89 


8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

Psalm  XXXVL   1—7.  Short  Met. 

The  wickednefs  of  ??ian,  and  the  majejiy  of  God  \    or^ 
prafiical  athelfm  expofed. 

1  "T1TTHEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

VV     My  neart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes.'5 

2  [He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 

Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveaPd* 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair ; 
Wifdom  is  baniuYd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hands,  and  head5 
To  praclife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear  £ 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud. 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky  -f 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie3 
His  anger  burns  to  helL 
11  2, 


90 Psalm  36,  37. 

7       How  excellent  his  love  ! 

Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  : 
O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings  ! 

Psalm  XXXVII.  ijl  Part,  Com.M. 

Ver.   i — 15. 

The  cure  of  envy,  fretfulnefs  and  unbelief :  or,  the 
rewards  of  the  righteous,  and  the  wicked  :  or^  the 
world9 s  hatred,  and  the  faint's  patience. 

1  "^"TTTTHY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

W     To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  tinners,  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fliall  their  glories  vanifli  foon 
In  everiafting  fhades* 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 

And  praclife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juit, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will ) 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  fed 
Shall  my  deilres  fulfill 

5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known. 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon, 

6  The  meek,  at  laft,  the  earth  poffefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  : 


Psalm  37.  91 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  given. 
Pause. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  fhould  long  delay 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  ilay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

io  My  God  mail  break  their  bows,  and  burn 
Their  perfecuting  darts  ; 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

Psalm  XXXVII.  ad  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  16,  21,  26 — 31. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;    or,  religion  in  words  and  deeds. 

1  T"S'7*HY  do  tne  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 

VV       ^nd  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  jufl 
Excels  the  fmner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 

But  ne'er  deiigns  to  pay  \ 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 


92 Psalm  37. 

3  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 

Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefied  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  ilander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  mail  never  Aide. 

6  When  Tinners  fall,  the  righteous  ftand, 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  mail  poffefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

Psalm  XXXVII.  3d  Part.  Com.M. 

Ver.  23—37. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

1  "\yi~Y  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men 
_LV JL     Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again  \ 

Thy  hand  fupports  them  llill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleflmgs  long  to  come, 


Psalm  37,  38. 93 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  juftice  cafts  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vaniih'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ; 
Nor  root  nor  branch.,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been* 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

Psalm  XXXVIIL    Common  Met, 

Guilt   of  confcience  aud  relief ;    or,  repentance  and 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health* 

i      A  MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
XI     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  father's  chafi'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  (lick  within  my  heart, 

My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd  ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart, 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 


94 Psalm  38,  39. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 

My  head  ftill  bending  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  ail  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar* 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear. 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  flide, 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  fupplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  my  graces  be, 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 
io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafte, 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

Psalm  XXXIX.  ijl  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  i,  2,  3. 

Waichfulnefs  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  prudence  and  zeal. 
1   nnHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
I        "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 


Psalm  39.  95 


"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  flay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoffers  fhould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcofEng  finners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

Psalm  XXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  4—7.     The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

1  r  I  ^EACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 

JL       Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ! 
I  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  flrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  ftiow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  -y 


96  Psalm  39. 

They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  fhould  I  wiih  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  duft? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  deiires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 


Psalm  XXXIX.  $d  Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  9 — 13. 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;    or,  pleading  without  repining. 

1  f~^%  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
\yr     Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord  ; 

They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Againlt  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 

"  Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  ;" 
My  ftrength  coniumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ltrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dull ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  [This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke ! 


Psalm  39,  40.  97 


Adam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race, 
Are  vanity  and  fmoke.] 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear. 

7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while, 

Before  my  laft  remove, 
Thy  praife  mall  be  my  bufinefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

Psalm  XL.   ijt  Part.    Com.  Metre 

Ver.  i,  2,  3,  5,  17. 

A  fong  of deliverance  from  great  diflrefs. 

1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord  j 
j[     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  faw  me  reding  on  his  word, 
And  brought  faivation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit. 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay  ; 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet5 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  faints  with  joy  Ihall  hear, 
And  iinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

I 


98  Psalm  40. 


5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love- ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words,  nor  hours  enough, 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicled,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  wo, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

Psalm  XL.  %d  Part.    Com.  Metre. 

Ter.  6 — 9.     The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chrift* 

1 

1  'THHUS  faith  the  Lord,  ■  Your  work  is  vain, 

1        "  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er  ; 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 

"  My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
"  Thy  fervant  mall  fulfil. 


3  "  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart ; 
"  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  ! 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears ! 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  allumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

^  Much  he  reveaPd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  lie  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  v.  ay  of  righteoufncft, 
Where  great  affemhlies  flood. 


Psalm  40.  99 


6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart, 

He  pity'd  finners'  cries, 
And,  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part. 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beads,  on  altars  (lied, 

Could  waih  the  confcience  clean  ; 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid. 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  {hook ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed, 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

Psalm  XL.     Long;  Metre. 

Ver,  5 — io.     Chrifi  our  facrifice* 

i r  1  ''HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  lore  has  wrought, 
JL  Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  ; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fpilt, 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears  ! 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears  \ 
Affumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "  Behold,  I  come,"  (the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 


100 Psalm  40,  41. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
"  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
"  And  lo  1  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law,  » 
"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  iky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  mall  defcend,  and  fhow 
'•  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 
"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  Thy  wifdorn,  and  thy  righteoufnefs." 


Psalm  XL1.    ver;  1,2,3.    koftg  M 

aritj  to  the  poor  ;   or,  pity  to  the  afflicted. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  whofe  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  \ 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
leels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

:   His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  -9 
lie,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  lias  bowels  too. 

:n  f<  id  mall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecrct  bteffiags  on  his  head, 
,  hen  drought,  and  peftilenee,  and  dearth 
I  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  it  he  lahguifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Will  lave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  bis  willing  foul  to  keav'n. 


Psalm  42. 101 

pTalmXLIL  17?  Part.  Com.  Metre* 

Ver.  1 — 5. 

Defertion   and  hope  ;    or,  complaint  of  abfence  from 

public  worjhip. 

1  "l[X7"*TEt  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

VV      MY  God> t0  thee  I  look  > 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 

And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repafl  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  control, 
"  And  where's  your  God  at  laft  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure,  now, 

I  think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why,  my  foul,  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair, 
And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  Hand, 
And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PsalmXLIL  6— 11.  id  Part.  L.  M. 

Melancholy  thoughts  reproved ;   or*  hope  in  affliclion, 
Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
But  I  will  call  thv  name  to  mind, 
I  2 


1&2  Psalm  4'4. 

And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  y 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  riling  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  ; 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ;. 
The  night  mall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock  ! 

"  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  ?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  : 
Why  ihould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ?. 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praiie  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  (hall  guide  me  ftill  ; 
Thy  word  fhall  my  bed  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  holy  hill, 

My  God,  my  moll  exceeding  joy  ! 

Psalm XLIV.  i , 2  3,8,15-26.  CM 

Tie  churches  complaint  in  perf edition. 
1   TT     ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
H  j   Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days, 
low  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here3 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 

,>ngft  them  did  thine  arm  appear. 
Thy  light  and  glory  lb  one. . 


Psalm  44.  103 


3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day  j 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fon  g. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fliame, 

Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enem  y  blafpheme, 
And  fools  repro  ach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  deal  t  with  Heav'n  ; 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n  ; 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  deftructive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pau,se. 

7  We  are  expos' d  all  day  to  die 

As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe^. 
As  fheep,  for  flaughter  bound,  we  lie. 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  mould  we  look  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banihVd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
Forever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

\o  Down  to  the  duft  our  foul  is  bow'd? 
And. dies  upon  the  ground  j 


1_04 Psalm  44,  45. 

Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1   Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

Psalm  XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrift  ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel,  and  th< 
Gentile  church. 

i        1\/T^  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Jl V A  T-hy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleflings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 

And  ride  in  majefty,  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 
Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ; 

While  j-uflice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  ; 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  ftand  : 

And  thy  victorious  goipel  proves 
A  fccptre  in  thy  hand. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  without  meaiure  fhed 

His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  f acred  head. 3 


Psalm  45.  105 


[Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 
The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.} 

Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  : 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

O  let  thy  God  and  King 
Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ! 
Thy  children  {hall  his  honours  fing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

Psalm  XLV.     Common  Metre. 

The  perfonal  glories  and  government  of  Chr'ifk. 
'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  : 


His  form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

i  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  {lied  : 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  (acred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince ! 

Ride  with  naajeftic  fway  ; 
Thy  terrors  mall  ilrike  through  thy  foes 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands  \ 

Thy  word  of  grace  (hall  prove 
A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 


106 Psalm  45. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftill, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 
With  moil  peculiar  joys. 

Psalm  XLV.    \Ji  Part.     Long  Met. 

The  glory  of  Chriji^  and  poiver  of  his  gofpeL 
i   T^TOW  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
JL%i    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuperior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his^^ps  divinely  flows, 
And  bleffings  all  his  (late  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord ! 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  ivvord  ! 

In  maje.fty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ltubborn  heart  ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  flands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 
I  lis  oil  of  gladneis  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  (acred  Spirit  bleft 

His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reft. 


Psalm  45,  46. 107 

Psalm  XLV.  2d  Part.  Long  Metre* 

Chriji  and  his  church  ;  or,  the  nrjfthal  marriage. 

1  f"l~iHE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

X.     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blefllngs  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen,  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs ; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  j 
Fair  flranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  flate. 

4  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  : 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  flialt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 

And  all  thy  fons,  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  j 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we,  with  cheerful  fongs,  approve 
The  condefcenfions  of  his  love. 

Psalm  XLVI.   lft  Part.   Long  Met, 

The  church's  fafety  and  triumph  among  national  defolations, 

i    £T^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

%JJT   When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade  $ 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 


108  Psalm  46. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  '7 
Convulfions  make  the  folid  world, 

Our  faith  ihall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  ftill  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zioti  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 


Psalm  XLVI.  id  Part.    Long  Met 

God  fights  for  his  church* 

i   T     ET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

H   A  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  flill  our  aid  : 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought. 
What  deflations  he  has  made  ! 


Psalm  46,  47.  109 

From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  fhores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Keep  filence  all  the  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

"  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 
"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  flands.'* 

O  Lord  of  Hofts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 
Our  faith  fhall  fit  fecure,  and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


Psalm  XL VII.     Common  Metre, 

Chrift  afcending  and  reigning. 

j    £~^\  FOR  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
vJP     To  God  the  fov'reign  King ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high  ! 

His  heav'nly  guards,  around, 
Attend  him  riling  through  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  flrains  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  5 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
K 


110 Psalm  47,  48, 

4  Rehearfe  his  pralfe  with  awe  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifr'el  ftood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known, 
While  powers  and  princes,  mielcfe  and  fwords, 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

Psalm  XLVIII.  iji  Part.  Short  M. 

Vcr.  i—8. 
The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafcty  of  a  nation. 

i     \_f^\  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
\jy  Ard  let  his  praife  be  great  j 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  (land  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvatioa  flionc 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind, 
1  hey  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud, 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 


Psalm  48-  111 


He  fends  his  tempeft,  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  beea. 

In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 
We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace. 
And  feek  dehVrance  there. 


Psalm  XLVIII.  2d  Part.  Short  M. 

Ver.  10 — 14. 
The  beauty  of  the  church  ;  or,  go/pel  tuorjhip  and  order, 

1  TT'AR  as  thy  name  is  known 

X?     The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  (land 
On  Zion's  chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  flrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well  ; 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  cheerful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 


112  Psalm  48,  49, 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6       The  God  we  worfhip  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  fky. 

Psalm  XLIX.    iji  Part.   Com.  Met. 

Ver.  6 — 14. 

Pride  and  death  \    or,  the  vanity  of  life  and  riches* 

1  "¥¥THY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V      To  jnfolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  every  riling  tide  ? 

2  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  feif-fame  clay, 
And  boafl  as  though  his  fkfh  was  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fliort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  bleffing  can't  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Juflice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Juit  their  poffeflions,  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  itand  ; 


Psalm  49:  113 


"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft  % 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  written  in  the  dull, 
Where  his  own  carcafs  lies. 
Pause. 

S  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  acl:  their  works  again. 
9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
If  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like   the  bead,  a  thoughtlefs  race? 
And  like  the  bead  they  die. 

io  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  iheep, 
Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
In  terror  and  defpair.] 

Psalm  XLIX.  id  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.   14,15.         Death  and  the  refer  reel  ion. 

I   "X7"E  f°ns  °f  pride,  that  hate  the  juft, 
X     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft.. 
Your  pomp  {hail  rife  no  more, 

%  The  laft  great  day  {hall  change  the  fcene  5 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  {hall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive. 
When  fep'rate  from  the  flefh  ; 
K2 


114  Psalm  49. 


And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home  ; 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  rem  me, 

But  I'll  repine  no  more. 


Psalm  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich /inner* s  death,  and  the  /aint's  re/urreclion, 
i   ~\\  THY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 
V  V   And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave ! 
3  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
"When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefli,  fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ; 
The  faints  mall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th'  oppreflbr  at  their  feet. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  (hall  my  life  reilorc, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode : 
My  ileih  and  foul  ihali  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 


Psalm  50.  115 


Psalm  L.  i — 6.  ift  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  lafi  judgment ;  or,  the  faints  rewarded* 
i    rT^lHE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 
fl      Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh  ; 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weflern  iky. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 

"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  fhall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way  ; 
Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  florin, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  juflice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints,"  he  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  feai'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light, 

"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 
"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 


Psalm  L.  2d  Part.    Common  Met. 

Ver.  8,  10,  11,  14,  15,  23. 
Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 
1   qr»HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious  fields, 
J[     "  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine  ; 


116 Psalm  50. 

"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  a(k  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
M  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 

.f*  He  glorifies  me  beft  : 
"  And  thofe,  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

Psalm  L.  ^d  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Ver.   i,  5,  8,  16,  21,  22. 

The  judgment   of  hypocrites. 

1  TT  THEN  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend, 

W     And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 

"  Will  1  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  iacrifrce  ? 
"  They  call  my  flatutes  juit  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  *c  CouUi  you  expect  to  Tcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  control  ? 


Psalm  50.  117 


"  But  I  fhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fal!  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

Psalm  L.     Long  Metre. 

Hypocrify  expofed. 
i   nPHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  \ 
J[     Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  faifehood  and  deceit  ; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  natter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
DeQTd  with  luft,  dfefil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  praclife  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  i 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour,  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  (hall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 


118 Psalm  50. 

Psalm  L.  ift  Part.    Particular  Met. 

Uhe  lafl  judgment, 

1  r  h  iHE  Lord,  the  fov'reign,  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

J[_     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  5 
From  eafl  to  weft  the  founding  orders  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead: 
No  more  fhall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  :  Behold  the  day  ! 

2  Behold  !  the  Judge  defcends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Temped  and  lire  attend  him  down  the  iky  : 
Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near  ;  let  all  things  come 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 

But  gather  firlt  my  faints  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  Behold  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrilice  in  blocd, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worlhip,  or  the  new ; 
There's  no  diftinttion  here  ;  come,  fpread  their  thrones', 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav 'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  Ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 

My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear  : 

Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  ilain 
Do  Jkcondemn  thee ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  In  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  off'rings  that  were  mine  before  •, 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forelts  where  they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 


Psalm  50.  119 


Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !   how  could'ft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit*  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  ; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

2  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufFring  love  ; 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God,  the  righteous,  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works  amend; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  ; 
Left  like  a  lion  his  laft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliverer  near. 

Psalm  L.   2d  Part.    Particular  Met. 

The  loft  judgment. 

1  r'F^HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 

JL     Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  » 
From  eafl  to  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 

The  trumpet  founds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2  No  more  fliall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  ileeps  no  more  :  Behold  the  day ! 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends  ;  his  guards  are  nigh  » 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  Iky. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  (hall  adore  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 


120  Psalm  50. 


3  "  Heav'n,  earth  and  hell,  draw  near :  Let  all  things  come, 
"  To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 

'*  But  gather  firft  my  faints,  (the  Judge  commands) 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands." 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pafiion ; 

And  {hout,  ye  faints  !  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

4  «  Behold  !  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
"  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

«  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names ;  the  Greek,  the  Jew, 
«  That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new." 
There's  no  diftin£lion  here ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heav'n  rejoices. 

5  «  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  fpread  their  thrones, 
"  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons  : 

"  Come,  my  redeem'd,  poifefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
«  Ere  time  began  •,  'tis  your  divine  reward." 

When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  pafiion  ; 

And  {hout,  ye  faints  !  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause  the  first. 

6  "lam  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God  ; 

«  I  am  the  Judge  :  Ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
«  I\ly  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
"  Thofe  awful  truths,  that  finners  dread  to  hear." 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  lhall  adore  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafjphemer,  and  profane, 

"  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings  vain  ; 

"  Thou  hvpocrite,  once  drefs'd  in  faints'  attire, 

"  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire." 
Judgment  proceeds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

3  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
"  Do  I  condemn  th^e  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
"  Without  the  flames  of  love  :  In  vain  the  ftore 
"  Of  brutal  ofPrings  that  were  mine  before." 

Earth  is  the  Lord's  ;  all  nature  fhall  adore  him  ; 

While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 


Psalm  50: 121 

p  «  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 

"  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 

"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafls,  and  favage  breed, 

"  Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they  feed." 

All  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ; 

Gives  finners  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 

io  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftick  vows  ? 
"  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
M  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ?" 

God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  ;  no  fair  difguifes 

Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rife?. 

Pause  the  Second. 

ii"  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could  ft  thou  hope  to  pleafe 
"  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
"  While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue, 
"  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  dolt  thy  brother  wrong. " 

Judgment  proceeds  }  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

12  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 

"  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends  : 
"  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
"  His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftrucYion  hates." 
God  is  the  Judge  of  hearts  ;   no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love  ; 
"  But  didit  thou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
"  And  cherilh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
«  That  the  All-Holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ?" 

See,  God  appears,  all  nature  joins  t'  adore  him  ; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  finners  fall  before  him. 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  row  ;   my  thunders  roll, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 
"  Now  like  a  lion  mall  my  vengeance  tear 
"  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near." 

Judgment  concludes  ;  hell  trembles  ;  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 
L 


122 Psalm  50,  51. 

Epiphonema. 

15  "  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
«  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife : 
"  Change    your   vain   thoughts,  your   crooked    works 

amend  ; 
«  Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend.,, 

Then  join,  ye  faints,  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paflion  ; 

When  Chrift  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Psalm  LI.     tjl  Part.    Long  Metre* 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1    QHEW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  j 
\^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  trull  in  thee  ? 

1  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 
And  make  my  guilty  confcicnce  clean  % 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pad  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  Mv  lips  with  ihame  my  fins  confefs, 
Againft  thy  law,  againfl  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  ievere, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  mult  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well, 


Psalm  51.  123 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  firmer,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope,  dill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  Cure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

Psalm  LI.    2d  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Original  and  actual  fin  confejfed, 

l   '        ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  ; 
I  j   And  born  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

o.  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  \ 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  ; 
But  we're  dehTd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  , 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyffop  branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefr, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  warn  the  difmal  Rain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  ; 
No  Jewifh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 


124 Psalm  51. 

7  "While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefli  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

Psalm  LI.     3d  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  bach/lider  reftored  ;   or,  repentance  and  faith  in 
the  blood  ofChrift. 

THOU  that  hear'ft  when  Tinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight  ; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grlev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  I  d  comfort  ftill  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  iacrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  lave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 


Psalm  51.  125 


7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fliall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue- ! 
Salvation  ill  all  be  all  my  fong ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

PsalmLI.  3 — 13.  1/2  Part.  Com.  M 

Orig'mal  and  aclualfin  confejfed  and  pardoned. 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
I  j     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againfl  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell. 

And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  wel^ 
And  earth  rnufi:  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came. 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  $ 
L  2 


126 Psalm  51. 

O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove.  v 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 
Backfliders  {hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Psalm  LI.   2d  Part.    Common  Met 

Vcr.  14 — 17. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chri/l* 

1  jT^\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
\_J     My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  rightcoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  ilain, 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  oi  Chrift  mall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefsM  with  fin's  defert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  bed  facrifke. 


Psalm  53.    127 

Psalm  LIIL  4 — 6.    Common  Met. 

Viclory  and  deliverance  from  perfecution. 

1  A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
jljL     Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  fhall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  j 

For  God's  revenging  arm 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
"When  God  has  firfl  defpis'd  their  hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 
Jacob,  with  all  the  tribes,  fhall  fing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

Psalm  LV.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  1 — 8,  16,  17,  18,  22. 
Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  foul. 

1  jf~\  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
\_Jr     Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  make  my  hope  in  God, 


128  Psalm  55 


3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-firings  found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  {hades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  vain  inventions  all, 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

Pause. 

7  By  morning  light  Til  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry : 
The  night  mail  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  {hall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 

Or  fhield  me  when  afraid ; 
Ten  thoufand  angels  muft  appear, 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  cart  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ; 
My  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

io  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain$ 
My  lips  (hall  fpread  his  praife : 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 


Psalm  55,  56-  129 


Psalm  LV.  Ver.  15-17,19,22.  S.M. 

Dangerous  profperity  ;  or,  daily  devotion  encouraged. 
1        T     ET  Tinners  take  their  courfe, 

I  ^   And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 
1       My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light  j 
I  feek  his  bleiling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  finners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  cad  my  burden  on  his  arm. 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  iuftain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground,  on  which  their  fafety  (lands, 
No  earthly  pc*A  'r  can  move. 

Psalm  LVI.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  oppreffion  and  falfehood  ;  or,  God's 

care  of  his  people,  in  anfwer  to  faith  and  prayer. 
1    jf~\  THOU  !  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 
\Jf    And  makes  th'  opprefTor  ceafe  j 


130  Psalm  56 


Behold  how  envious  finners  try- 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace* 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moil  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  ftand  ? 
O  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 
Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears  \ 
Thou  halt  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife  ; 


Psalm  56,  57.  131 

Pll  ling,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  !" 
io  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death  ; 
O  fet  thy  prifoner  free  : 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

Psalm   LVIL     Long  Metre. 

Praife  for  protection,  grace,  and  truth. 
i  "\/TY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
X\X  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown  j 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ;     . 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftorm* 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  :  My  fong  fhall  raifc 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endiefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dhTolve  and  die* 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad* 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  telL 


132 Psalm  58, 

Psalm  LVIII.     Particular  Metre. 

Warning  to  Magift rates. 
i     JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  th'  injur'd  poor  before  you  ftands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  Tinners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands  ? 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  jufticc  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  : 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears 

Againlt  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  icrpents  in  the  duff ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  temped:  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  The  Almighty  thunders  from  the  (ley, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diilolve  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  perifli  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  cor^e  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun.     ' 


Psalm  58,  60: 133 

6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 
"  And  will  their  fufPrings  well  repay." 
— — ' — ' ■ ~~ ' ' — 

Psalm  LX.  1-5,10-12.  Com.Met. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  dij appointments  in  war. 

1  T     ORD,  haft  thou  call  the  nation  off  ? 
\  j  Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 

Meks  all  our  ftrength  away ; 
Like  men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  "  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  flroke, 

"  And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand ! 
"  Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 
"  And  fave  the  finking  land." 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field 
For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name ; 

Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  mame. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
Like  a  corsfed'rate  God  ; 

In  vain  confed'rate  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown 
By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 

*Tis  God  that  treads  the?  mighty  down,, 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand* 
M 


134 Psalm  61,  62. 

Psalm  LXI.  ver.  i-6.  Short  Metre. 

Safety  in  God* 
i       ~\%  THEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
W     My  heart  within  me  dies  ; 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  (hade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  ft  all  poffefs  the  fame. 

Psalm  LXII.  ver.  5 — 12.  Long  M 

No  trvft  in  the  creatures ;  or,  faith  in  divine  grace 
and  power* 

1  Ik  /p"  Y  (pint  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
JLViL  My  rtck  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  itraits, 

My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Trull  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  cut  your  hearts  before  his  face  j 
When  hc-pcrs  fail,  and  fees  invade, 
God  is  our  all -mill  dent  aid. 

3  Fiilfe  arc  the  mcr.  of  high  decree, 
The  baflr  fort  are  vanity  ; 


Psalm  62,  63.  135 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increaling  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dull:  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

"  He  mull  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too/* 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lad  reward. 


Psalm  LXIII,   ijl  Fart,   Com 

Ver.  i,  2,  5,  3,  4.      The  morning  of  a  Lorw 

1  TT*  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
JQj  I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  : 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  flream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  povvV 

Through  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifton  fo  divine  ! 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafle. 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 


Met, 


136  Psalm  63. 


5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  befl  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  lad  expiring  day, 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  ling. 

Psalm  LXIII.   id  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  6 — io.     Midnight  thoughts  rscollcded. 

1  -*np WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

j[     I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  ; 
]  kept  tliy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidil  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  fiefh  lay  refting  on  my  bed  ; 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 

My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falvation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  itiil, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftrctches  o'er  my  head 

The  fliadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid  ; 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  the  dedroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  fhall  forever  ceafe 
And  all  mv  fins  be  flain, 


CC 


Psalm  63.  137 


6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  foes  to  death, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

Psalm  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  God  ;  or,  the  love  of  God  better  than  life. 

i   /^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 
VJP"  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ! 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood, 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  j 

As  travellers,  in'  thirfty  lands, 
•  Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook, 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t9  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov 'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits,  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafte. 
Nor  all  the  joys' our  fenfes  know, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove. 
If  I  were  banifli'd  from  the  Lord, 

12 


138 Psalm  63. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefliment  to  my  bed. 

3  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Psalm  LXIII.     Short  Metre, 

Seeking  God. 
i       "fk  /|*  Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 
X  y  A     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  ; 

Not  travellers,  in  defart  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place  ; 

Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 
4.       For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 
r       To  thee  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft  J 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 
6       In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  \ 


Psalm  6 3,  65. 139 

.     I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are , 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 
7       Since  thou  haft  b^en  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8       The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

Psalm  LXV.  ift  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Ver.  i — 5.     Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1  'TT'HE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

J_     My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe  : 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies 
To  fave,  when  humble  miners  pray  ; 
All  lands  to  thee  fhall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  iflands  of  the  northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  their  (lain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafh  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 

To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

P  a'u  s  e. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays  ; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs. 


140 Psalm  65. 

When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror,  and  in  right eoufnefs. 

5  With  dreadful  glory,  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

1  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  j 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 


Psalm  LXV.    id  Part.    Long  Met* 
Ver-  5—l$- 

Divine  providence  in  air,  earth,  andfea  ;  or,  the  God 
of  nature  and  grace. 

i   r  I  THE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

X     The  groans  of  Zion  mix'd  with  tears  \ 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roar, 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 


Psalm  65.  141 


5  Whole  kingdoms,  fhaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablihVd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  {land. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  iky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command,  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day  : 
He  guides  the  fan's  declining  wheels, 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  fbft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dreft  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  iloreson  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

zo  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field  $ 
Abundant  food  the  vallies  yield  : 
The  vallies  fhout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1   The  paflures  fmile  in  green  array  ; 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle,  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

-*  1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  mine  : 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God  I  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


142 Psalm  65. 

Psalm  LXV.   \ ft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

A  prayer-bearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called. 
1   "UPRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  *, 
j^      There  fhall  our  vows  be  paid  : 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  tinners  pray, 
All  flcfli  fnall  feek  thine  aid. 

1  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine  : 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  {m. 

3  Blcft  are  the  men  who  it.  thou  wilt  choofe, 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face  ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fliine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  right eoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  (hall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  iuft  : 
And  diftant  iflauds  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  5 
But  they  ill  all  learn  thy  holy  word, 
A)\d  love  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  LXV.  2d  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

v  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  fea  ;  or, 
the  blefjing  of  rain. 
1   >r  a  'IS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
X.       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 


Psalm  65. 143 

The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 

Succeflive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhow'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  iky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfly  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleifings  ftill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

Psalm  LXV.   $dPart.  Com.  Metre. 

The  blejfings  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 
i    /""I  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
\y     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  -y 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids   the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out,  at   thy  command, 
Their  wat'ry  bleflings  from  the  Iky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfly  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring ; 


144  Psalm  65,  66. 


The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 
And  the  poor  laborers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills,  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Rejoice  at  falling  ihow'rs  ; 
The  meadows,  drefs'd  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  ihout  thy  praife. 

Psalm  LXVI.    ijl  Part.   Com.  Met 

Governing  power  and  goodmfs  ;  or,  our  grace 
tried  by  afflictions. 

i    O  ING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
j^J     Sing  with  a  joyful   noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours,  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  fliakes  the  flqr, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow/1 

3  [Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod, 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  j 


Psalm  66.  145 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 

And  triumph  in  their  God.] 
j  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 

And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

5  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe ; 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls, 
To  make  our  graces  mine  ; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 
3  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways, 
We  march  at  thy  command  ; 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

Psalm  LXVI.  id  Part.    Com.  Met, 

Ver.  13 — 20.     Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer* 

1  "TWTOW  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
X%]      To  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  requefts  I  made 

In  my  diflrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  en  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
Aad  death's  eternal  fhade. 
N 


146  Psalm  66,  67 


i  • 


4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  ftiewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

Psalm  LXVII.     Common  Metre, 

The  nation's  prcfperity,  and  the  church's  increafe. 
i    OHINE,  mighty  God,  on  this  our  land, 
k3     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 
And  {hew  thy  fmiling  face, 

2  [Amidft  our  States,  exalted  high, 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  "When  fhall  thy  name,  from  fhore  to  fliore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  nations  knew  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 
While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made3 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 


Psalm  67,  68.  147 


5  Earth  fliall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 
7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here  ; 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

Psalm  LXVlll.  iJIPart.  Long  Mel 

Ver.  i—6,  32—35. 
The  vengeance  and  compajjion  of  God* 

1  T    ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

§  A  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight, 
As  ftnoke,  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies, 
Before  the  riling  tempeft  flies. 

2  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  iky  -9 
His  name,  Jehovah,  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  j 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  judge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels,  that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftill. 


148  Psalm  68 


Pause. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 
His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ^ 
His  honours  mall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  *, 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Isr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 
Isr'el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 
$  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  bleft ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  : 
When  terrors  rile,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Psalm  LXVIII.  2d  Part.  Long  Met, 

Ver.  17,  18. 
ChrijVs  afcenfion  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

1   T     OIID,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
I   j   Ten  thou  (and  angels  hll'd  the  fky  : 
"i  hole  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  charioty,  that  attend  thy  (late. 

0  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 

More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  (truck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again* 


Psalm  68.  149 


Psalm  LXVIII.  3d  Part.  Long  Met. 

Ver.  19,  9,  20 — 22. 

Praife  for  temporal  bleflings  ;    or,  common  and  f fir  It* 
ual  mercies, 

i   "\"TT7"^  ^efs  ^e  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good, 
W    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  5 
Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  fides, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends'  the  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  -, 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfly  earth  again. 

.3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 
He  helps  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleflings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difPrence  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fliall  tread ; 

The  ftubborn  tinner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lading  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  mail  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  leas  ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  fliall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love, 

N  2 


150  Psalm  69 


Psalm LXIX.   1-14.  ijl Part.  CM. 

The  fuffe rings  of  Chrifl  for  our  fahation. 

1  "  QAVE  me,  O  God ;  the  fwelling  floods 

£3     "  Break  in  upon  ray  foul : 
"  I  fink,  and  for  rows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "  I  cry  t'Jl  all  my  voice  be  gone  ; 

"  In  tears  I  wade  the  day  : 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

"  And  flill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  u  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt, 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law, 
"  Which  finners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefiiah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 

And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 
C  "  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice,  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
i;  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 

"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  ihame. 

y  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round 3 

"  And  fvckcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 

"  A  robe  of  rlp;hteoufnefs. 
$  u  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews, 

"  1  like  a  Granger  floods 


Psalm  69.  151 


"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
"The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
9  "  I  came  in  {inful  mortals'  ftead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 
"  Yet,  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfe3 
"They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 
io  "  My  failings  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  ; 
"  But  God,  from  his  celeftiai  throne, 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

1 1  "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drowr/d  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well-eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  moil  accepted  hour, 

"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  mail  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 


Psalm  LXIX.   2d  Part.  Com.  Me 

Ver.  14 — 21,  26,  29,  32. 
The  paffion  and  exaltation  of  Chrift. 

1  ^^JOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
X^i     And  mournful  pleafure,  fmg 
The  fufPrings  of  our  great  High-Prieft, 

The  for  rows  of  our  King. 

2  He  links  in  floods  of  deep  diilrefs  ; 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 

"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  j 


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152  Psalm  69 


"  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
"  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 

"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  fharp  intuiting  ilanders  add 
"Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain, 

6  "All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

"  The  fcandal  and  the  Ihame  ; 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  deftTd  my  name. 

7  "  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  : 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief  : 
"  I  alk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

$  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft  ; 
"  They  give  me  gall  for  food  : 
"  And,  ("porting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftreffed  foul, 
"  Let  thy  companion  lave  ; 
"  And  though  my  iiefh  fink  down  to  death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

io  "  I  mall  ariie  to  praife  thy  name, 
"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne," 


Psalm  69.  153 

Psalm  LXIX.  ^d  Part.  Com.  Metre, 

Chrift's  obedience  and  death  ;    or,  God  glorified,  and 

/inner s  faved. 
i  "IT1  ATHER  !  I  ling  thy  wondrous  grace, 

J^    I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  tinner's  (name. 
i 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulhH'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleaie  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  gnats'  or  bullocks'  blood. 

4  This  (hall  his  humble  foilow'rs  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reil ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee,      f 
And  live  forever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  leas  afllft  the  iky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God  ; 

Thy  Son  (hall  blefs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifr'el  waits. 

Psalm  LXIX.    ijt  Part.   Long  Mel. 

Chrijl's  pajjion  and  fanners'  falvation, 
EE?  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ; 


154  Psalm  69 


Behold  !  the  rifing  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofls  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curfl  dehVn. 

o 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufPrings  of  thy  Son 

*    Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  rellor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O !  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  (inner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  (hall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 

Psalm  LXIX.   id  Part.  Loner  Met. 

o 
Ver.  7,  &C.       Cbrijl's  fujf'crings  and  zeal. 

i   TTHWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 
J_     Thy  Son  fuftaia'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafc  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
And  lhame  defil'd  his  facred  face. 

i  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

3  ["  My  Father's  hjoufe,"  faid  he,  "  was  made 
*;  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ;" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs, 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 


Psalm  69,  71.  155 


4  [Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  his  follow'rs  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  "With  a  fiand'rous  tongue, 
And  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

7  [Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  Hones, 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans ; 

Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mock'd  his  thirfl  with  vinegar.] 

3  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  due  vengeance  on  their  head. 

Psalm  LXXI.  ijl  Part.  Com,  Metre, 

Ver.  5 — 9.      The  aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope, 

1  "|1  IW Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
m  ^fJi     I  live  upon  thy  truth  : 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up. 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  : 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
Fve  been  entirely  thine* 


156  Psalm  71. 


3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen, 

Repeated  ev'ry  year : 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days. 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 


Psalm  LXXI.  2d  Part.  Com.Metre 

Ver.  15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24. 
Chrift  ourjlrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

1  "fk /|  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
JLV JL   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truff, 

Thy  goodnefs  1  adore ! 
And  ilnce  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  {hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celefiial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  J/Vhen  I  am  fuTd  with  fore  diflrefs 

For  ioroe  furprifmg  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufne^j, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 


Psalm  71.  157 


5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  of  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fmg. 

6  [My  tongue  mail  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  lhame, 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  j 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

Psalm  LXXI.  $d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  i  j — 21. 

The  aged  Chriftian's  prayer  and  fong  ;    or,  old  age,. 

death,  and  the  refurreflion. 
i    /^1  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
\JT     The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

i  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  fhall  fuftain  my  finking  years. 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  furviving  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  \ 
O 


158  Psalm  71,  72. 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Iky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore. 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  AY  hen  I  lie  bury'd  deep  in  duft, 

My  fleih  (hall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  truft, 
•To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

Psalm  LXXII.  ift  Part.  Long  Met. 

The  kingdom  of  Chrift. 

i   jT^\  REAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

\Jf   The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands ; 
His  juftice  mail  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft,        £ 
And  treads  th'  oppreffor  in  the  duft  : 


Psalm  72.  159 


His  worfhip  and  his  fear  {hall  laft, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pad. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence  down  \ 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  (hades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light, 
And  defarts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fliall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  > 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Psalm  LXXII.  2d  Part.  Long  Met 

Cbri/t's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  |"ESUS  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceflive  journies  run  : 

His  kingdom  (Iretch  from  more  to  more, 
Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  [Behold  !  the  iflands,  with  their  kings, 
f    And  Europe  her  bed  tribute  brings  : 

From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  mines  in  Eaftern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord,] 

4  For  him  {hall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  mall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 


160  Psalm  72,  73. 

5  People,  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong ; 
And  infant  voices  mall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleffings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  red, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft. 

S   Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  loners  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  amen.] 


Psalm  LXXIII.  iJtPart.  Com.  Met. 

led  faints  happy,  and  prof  per  om  /inner  s  curfed. 

i   \']'OW  I'm  convihe'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
[%i      To  men  of  heart  fincere, 
Yet  once  my  foolilh  thoughts  repin'd 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  1  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"  How  pleaiant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  Witli  well-fed  flefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  Tliey  lay  their  fears  to  lleep  ; 
"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  deanfe  my  heart  in  vain, 


Psalm  73;  161 


"  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
"  Sure  I  mail  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere, 
Till  Iretir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 

I  faw  the  finner's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  ilipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  1 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpect  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft  ! 

io  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair, 
Upheld  fby  pow'r  unknown  -7 
That  blefTed  hand,  that  broke  the  fnar 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

Psalm  LXXIII.  2d  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Vei*.  23 — 28.      God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter 

1   /^1  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\jr     My  help  for  ever  near, 
O  2 


162  Psalm  73 


J 


Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  finking  in  defpair* 

Thy  counfels,  Lord,  mail  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ; 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat. 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'T would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilil  this  earth  Is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint  ! 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

Behold  the  finners,  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  -, 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 

Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 

And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


Psalm  LXXIII.     Long;  Metre. 

Vcr.  22,  3,  6,   17 — 20.     The  profperity  of  /inner s 
curfed* 

1  "I"     ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
\  j   To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 

In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  ihine  ! 

2  But,  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fan&uary  taught  me  fo  : 


Psalm  73.  163 


On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  (land, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
Fll  never  envy  them  again, 
There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain* 

Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  ! 
Juft  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 
Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

Psalm  LXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

The  my  fiery  of  providence  unfolded, 

SURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 
I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools,  with  fcornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  mine. 

[Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair  : 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreilion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 


164  Psalm  73,  7  4. 


5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlafting  God : 

Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I,  with  flowing  tears, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  ; 

"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?"] 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 

Till  to  thy  "houfe  my  feet  were  brought. 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r 
Did  my  miftakes  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  tinners'  lives  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 
The  thoughtleis  wretches  go  : 

And  O  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

xo     Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

Psalm  LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  church  pleading  with  God  under  fore  perfecution, 

i   "^^JTILL  God  forever  cafl  us  off? 
YY       His  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Againil  the  people  of  his  love, 
"His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 


Psalm  74. 165 

Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wade 

Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  gates  their  eniigns  hang, 

Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 

They  tear  thy  buildings  down  ; 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieit.  ftroke, 

Procures  the  chief  renown. 

With  flames  they  threaten  to  dedroy 
Thy  children  in  their  neft  ; 
Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,"  they  cry, 
The  temple  and  the  pried." 

And  ilill,  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 
%  Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes, 

But  all  the  feers  mourn ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  knows 

The  time  of  thy  return. 

Pause. 
How  long,  eternal  God  !  how  long 

Shall  men  of  pride  blaipheme  ! 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fbng, 

And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 


it 


166 Psalm  74, 

10  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  ftiown 

In  ages  long  before  ! 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea, 

By  thy  refill leis  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way> 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didii  thou  not  bid  the  morning  iliine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

j 4  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  formed  ev'ry  coaft, 
And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds. 
With  fumrner's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  ffiall  the  fonj  of  earth  and  dud 

it  (acred  pow'r  blafpherrie  ? 

Will  not  thy  hand,  that  form'd  them  firft, 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  : 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

A  n d  m  a ke  o u  r  ho pe  t  h e i  r  j  eft  : 
Plead  thine  own  cauie,  Almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 


Psalm  7  5.  167 


Psalm  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone. 

i    HT^O  thee,  moft  holy,  and  mod:  high, 

j[     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  j 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  "  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
"  Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 

"  And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
:;  They  fought  the  Sovereign  of  the  fkies. 

3  "  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  pow'r, 
"  Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 

"  To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  more, 
"  And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race." 

4.  Let  haughty  finners  link  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  ; 
But  lay  their  foolifli  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  "  empire"  God  hath  made, 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow ; 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne ; 
God,  the  great  fov'reign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rife,  and  make  his  juftice  known. 

7  [His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 

Of  vengeance,  rnix'd  with  various  plagues, 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafte  the  bitter  dregs. 


168  Psalm  7  5,  76, 


8  Now  fhall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft : 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft, 
Our  lips  fhall  ling  his  praife  aloud.] 

Psalm  LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Jfrael  faved,  and  the  AJJyrians  dejiroyed  ;    or,  God's 
vengeance  againji  his  enemies  proceeds  from  his  church, 

i   TN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  j 
i     His  name  in  Ifr'el  great ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints 
Againfl  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  the  threatening  fpear, 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  cruhYd  th'  AfTyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  en  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  flopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  llept  fail  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  1 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod ! 
Thy  vengeance,  who  can  tell  i 


Psalm  77. 169 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  lies  flill  and  fears. 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  opprefs'd, 
The  wrath  of  man  mall  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  : 
His  terrors  {hake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  cut  an  army  down. 

io  The  thunder  of  his  {harp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  {hall  feel : 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.] 

Psalm  LXXVII.  ijl  Part.  Com.M, 

Melancholy  ajfaulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

i   HjHO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
X       I  fought  his  gracious  car, 
In  the  fad  day  when  troubles  role, 
And  ilil'd  my  heart  with  fear, 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refund  relief  ; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increased  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complam'd,  and  ftill  opprefs'd, 

My  heart  began  to  break : 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft? 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 
P 


170 Psalm  77. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew 

Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes, 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  : 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Wrill  he  forever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Lias  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  ilill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men,  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fanduary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


Psalm  LXXVII.  2d  Part.  Com.  M. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  ;  or,  If  rati 
delivered  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to  Canaan. 

1   «  TTOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ?" 
J_  X     (May  thine  own  children  fay) 


Psalm  77.  171 


"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  !" 

1  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old ; 
The  King  who  reigns  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  opprefs'd  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeemed 
The  nation  that  he  chofe. 

5  Ifrael,  his  people  and  his  fheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  tea. 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  ; 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  found. 

Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  Iky  were  hurPd 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 


172 Psalm  7  8. 

Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  his  own  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 
And  fafe,  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defart  led  his  -flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

Psalm  LXXVIII.  iJIPart.  Com.M. 

Providences  of  God  recorded ;    #r,  pious  education  and 
tnflruclion  of  children. 

i   '        ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
I   j     Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
"Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

i  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  \ 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 
Ar.d  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down, 
Through  every  rifing  race. 

3  Our  lips  mail  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  thch's; 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  the)-  learn  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  fecurely  (lands  ; 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practife  his  commands. 

Psalm  LXXVIII.  id  Part.  Com.M. 

Ifrcefs  rebellion  and  punijhment  ;    or,   the  fins   and 
chaflifements  of  God's  people. 

WHAT  a  ft  iff  rebellious  houfe 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  1 


Psalm  78.  173 


Falfe  to  their  own  moil  folemn  vows. 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light, 

From  his  avenging  hand  ; 
Wh*at  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  that  flubborn  land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march  in  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  mark'd  the  road,    j 

Compos'd  of  made  and  light  ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirfl  fupply'd  y 

The  gufhing  waters  fell^ 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conflant  miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  moil  high. 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoils  fupply 
"  Amidfl  this  defart  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  fiand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 
?  a 


174  Psalm  7  8. 


Psalm  LXXVIII.  3d  Part.  Com.M. 

The  punijhment  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or,  chaf- 
tifement  and  fahation. 

1  X ICTHEN  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

y  V       And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread  ; 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand,  # 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fliow'r, 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet : 
The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft, 
u  We  loathe  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
"  We  mud  have'fleih  to  tafte." 

5  "  Ye  (hall  have  flcfli  to  pleafe  your  lull," 

rrhe  Lord,  in  wrath,  reply'd  ; 
And  lent  them  quails,  like  {and  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed, 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  (lain,  the  reft  return'd, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 
Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 


Psalm  7 8. 175 

8   Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 
Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
PofTefs'd  the  proinis'd  land. 

Psalm  LXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Ver.  32,  &c. 

Back/liding  and  forgive nefs  ;    or^  fin  panifhed^  and 

faints  faved. 

1  r^%  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
\JF  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love ! 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 

Ho  w  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  fait hlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 

A  tedious  march,  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  the  Lord  again  5 
CalPd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flatt'rmg  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant,  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  .ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  el(e*iftrith  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 


176  Psalm  80. 


7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  (till, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

Psalm  LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

The  church9 s  prayer  under  affliclion  ;  ory  the  vineyard 
of  God  wajied, 

i   |^1  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 

\yr  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  clioien  flieep, 
Safe  through  the  defart  and  the  deep, 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  it  through  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  ihall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 
How  long  mall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  mail  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Inftead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  (hall  be  lav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause  I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoor. 
And  blefs'd  the  nations  with  their  fruit  i 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree.  , 


Psalm  80,  81. 177 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wade  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  bead  devours  the  vine. 

S  Return,  Almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ^ 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 
We  Ihall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause  II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack' d  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Promife  rofe. 

io  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  David's  ftock,  from  Jacob's  root  j 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  lefler  branches  of  the  tree. 

3 1   'Tis  thine  own  Son  !  and  he  mall  {land, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right  hand  5 
Thy  firft-bom  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  Oh  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 
We  fli all  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Psalm  LXXXI.  x,  8-i  6.  Short  Met. 

The  warnings  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or^fpiritual  bieifi 

ings  and  punifhinents. 
i        QING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
i_J  And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God, 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voice. 


178         .   Psalm  81,  82. 


"  From  vile  idolatry 
"  Prefer ve  my  worihip  clean  ; 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  let  thee  free 
"  From  flav'ry  and  from  fin. 

"  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 
"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
cc  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifr'el  will  rebel  ; 

"  1*11  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

4"  Yet.  O  !  that  all  my  faints 
"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  cafe  their  fore  complaints, 
'•  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

K  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
"  Yd  richly  feed  my  flock, 
16  And  they  fhould  tafte  the  ftream  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  Rock." 


Psalm  LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

Cod  thefupreme  Governor  ;    or,  magi/lrafes  warned, 

i       A   MONG  th*  affemblics  of  the  great, 
/I  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
rfhe  God  of  heaven,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  ; 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  : 


Psalm  82,  83. H9 

Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 
For  they  mall  fall  and  die  like  men 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Poflefs  his  univerfal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

Psalm  LXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

A  complaint  againft  perfecutors, 

i  A   ND  will  the  God  of  grace 

J~\_  Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  juflice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold,  what  curfed  fnares 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 

The  men  that  hate  thy  faints,  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deflroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 
Into  thy  paftures  leap  ; 

The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fheep. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  join/'  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
"  Nor  mem'ry  {hall  be  found." 

6  Awake,  Almighty  God, 
And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 

Give  them,  like  forefb,  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 


180  Psalm  83,  84. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  thern  feek  thy  name  ; 

Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

8  Then  fhall  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  iJiPart.  LongM. 

The  pie af ure  of  public  zvorflj/p. 

i    TJ|*OW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
jfjL   O  Lord  of  Hofts,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th*  affemblies  cf  thy  faints. 

•2  My  flefh  would  reft:  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  lparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neil  : 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleaiure  which  Ids  children  want  ? 

4  Bled  are  the  faints,  who  fit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Bletl  are  the  fouls  that  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  \ 


Psalm  84.  181 


God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
Till  all  fhall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  2d  Part:  LongM. 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  /^1  RE  AT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
\jyr  The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings ; 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace^ 

•  Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  powV, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun  ;    he  makes  our  day  : 
God  is  our  ibield  ;  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th*  affaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  holts  of  heav'n  obey  ; 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee ; 

Blefl  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee* 


182  Psalm  84. 

Psalm    LXXXIV.      i,  4,  2,  3,  10. 

Paraphrafed  in  Common  Metre. 

Delight  in  ordinances  of  worjhip  ;  or,  God  prefent  itt 
his  churches. 

1  ^I'Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

Xy  JL  To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 

'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

s  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  ikies 
His  faving  pow'r  diiplays  ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

,   With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  flill  we  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  flill. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  My  heart  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  th^ne  abode  : 
When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  toy  God. 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuflers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrows,  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  1  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 


L 


Psalm  84; 183 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  flate, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  {in. 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.  Particular  Metre, 

Longing  for  the  houfe  of  God. 

ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires, 
To  fee  my  God. 

The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  a  neft, 
And  wand' ring  f wallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My  fpirit  faints, 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  faints. 

O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 


184  Psalm  84. 


They  praife  thee  ftill  j 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill ! 

They  go  from  ftrength  to  ftrength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 

0  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

Pause. 
To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thou  (and  days  befide  : 
Where  God  reforts, 

1  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door, 
Than  mine  in  courts. 

God  is  our  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleilings  thence  : 

He  fhall  bellow 

On  Jacob's  race 

Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 

The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thofe  his  heart  approves. 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 


Psalm  85.  185 


Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  Hods, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee  ! 


Psalm  LXXXV.  ijl  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  1—8.     Waiting  for  an  anfwer  to  prayer  ;  or, 
deliverance  begun  and  completed* 

i    T     ORD,  thou  hkfl  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
ft  j  Thou  haft  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  \ 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 


Psalm  LXXXV.  2d  Part  Long  M. 

Ver.  9,  &c.      Salvation  by  Chrift. 
1    QALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

1^3  The  fouls  that  fear  and  trufl  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frelh  hopes  of  glory  mail  afford. 


186  Psalm  85.  86. 


2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n  : 
By  his  obedience,  fo  complete, 
Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n, 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  fhall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  : 

Our  wandYing  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

Psalm  LXXXVL     Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  8 — 13.     A  general  fong  of  praife  to  God* 

1  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
j[\  There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  j 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  fhall  bring 

Their  cff'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet ; 

Teach  me  thy  heav'nly  ways, 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father'*  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
I  low  by  thy  grace  my  (inking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 


Psalm  87,  89.  187 


Psalm  LXXXVII.    Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  ;    or,  Jews 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chriflian  church, 

i   £~*%  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

VJF  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  (lay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  toid  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  ihall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  ling 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new  born,  or  nourihVd  there  ! 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  iJlPari.  LongM. 

The  covenant  made  with  Chrifl  ;  or,  the  true  David, 
i    l^OREVER  Ihall  my  fong  record 

Jj     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 

Mercy  and  truth  forever  ftand, 

Like  heav'n,  eftabliuVd  by  his  hand. 
a  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware,  and  (aid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  -, 


188  Psalm  89 


"  In  thee  (hall  dying  iinners  live  ; 
"  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft  ; 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  bleft  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  ;  thy  throne 
"  Shall  ftand  eternal,  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 
"  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjects  are  : 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  "  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes, 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  ; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  ihow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

Psalm  LXXX1X.  iftPart  Com.M 

The  faithful  nefs  of  God. 
i    "T^  IK Y  never-ceafing  fongs  fhall  mow 
X  ▼  JL    ^ne  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  : 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure, 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jewifli  throne  ! 
Bu:  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 


Psalm  89.  189 


4  His  feed  forever  fhall  poifefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meaneft  fubject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  Hofts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thine  unchanging  love. 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.M. 

Ver.  7,  &c. 

The  power  and  majefiy  of  God  ;  or,  reverential  worjhip, 

1  \  \  jTITH  rev'renee  let  the  faints  appear, 

\y      And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  mine ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  that  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  coinpar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  thine  arm  in  vengeance  fhine, 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel ! 


190 Psalm  89, 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  arc  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  3d  Part.  C.  M. 

Ver.  1 5,  &c.     A  bleffed  GofpcL 

i   T)  LEST  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
J3  T ne  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  mall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  Heps  furround. 

2  Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  fatan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
Ifr'cl,  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 


Psalm  LXXXIX.  Ath  Part.   C.  M. 

Ver.  19,  &c. 

Cbr'yVs  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,  his  divine  and  hu< 

man  nature. 

1  T  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  (aid, 
JLJL   And  made  his  mercy  known  : 

"  Sinners,  behold  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  Almighty  Son. 

2  "  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

"  Among  your  mortal  race  ; 
"  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflovvs, 
"  The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 


Psalm  89.  191 


"  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

"  My  people's  better  King  ; 
"  My  arm  mall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

"  And  (till  new  fubje&s  bring. 

I.  "  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 
"  With  mercy  by  his  fide, 
"  While  in  my  name,  through  earth  and  fea, 
"  He  mail  in  triumph  ride. 

j  "  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God 
"  He  fhall  for  ever  owe, 
"  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
"  And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

5  w  My  firfl-born  Son,  array'd  in  grace, 
"  At  my  right  hand  fhall  fit ; 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  "  My  cov'nant  ftands  forever  faft  ; 
"  My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
"  Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  laft, 
"  His  feed  endure  as  long." 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  $th  Part.  C.  M. 

Ver.^o,  &c. 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable ;  or,  afllcllons 
without  rejection. 

1  "  XT^ET,  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 

X     "  The  children  of  my  Son, 
"  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  w  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 

"  And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 
*c  But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
*•  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 


192  Psalm  89, 


3  "  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
"  And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
"  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

"  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
"  To  feal  the  facred  promife  fure 
"  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

"And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
"  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies, 
"  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 

"  His  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
"  Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more.,, 

Psalm  LXXXIX.    2d  Part.    L.  M. 

Ver.  47,  &c.     Mortality  and  hope. 

A  funeral  Pfalm. 

i   T)  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
Jlv  How  frail  our  life !  how  fhort  the  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

i  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefli  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mud  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  V 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 


Psalm  8.9.  19.3 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord, 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  k/i  Part.  Par.  M, 

Ver.  47,  &c. 
Life,  death,  and  the  refurreclion. 

i   HpHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  ; 
X     How  few  his  hours  !  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave. 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  mail  it  be  forever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  dull  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  tjbeir  graves,  and  turn  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  Hem  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair : 
Forever  bleiled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurre&ion  there. 

4  Forever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  amen. 
R 


194 Psalm  90. 

Psalm  XC.     Long  Metre, 

Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

i   HPHROUGH  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 
X     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
"  Return,  ye   finners,  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 

Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  ftream, 
Sweeps  us  away  :  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  \\  ither'd  in  an  hour. 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet : 

How  fhort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ft  ate ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  O  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ; 
Mhy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ; 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 


Psalm  90.  195 


8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ! 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Psalm  XC.   iji  Part.  Common  Mel 

Ver.  i — 5.     Man  frails  and  God  eternal* 

1  #~\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pail, 
\jr   Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  dud, 

"  Return,  ye  fons  of  men  :" 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages,  in  thy  fight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night. 
Before  the  riling  fun. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever- rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away  \ 


196  Psalm  90 


They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nation  ftand, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light : 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Psalm  XC.  id  Part.  Common  Met. 

Ver.  8,  11,9,  10?  12> 

Infirmities  and  mortality  the  effeel  of  fin  ;  or,  life,  old 
age,  and  preparation  for  death, 

l    T     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
JLji   And  juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

a  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  : 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons,  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fliort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 


Psalm  90.  19 7 

5  [Our  vitals,  with  laborious  ftrife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm  XC.  $d  Part.  Common  Met, 

Ver.  13,  &c.     Breathing  after  heaven. 

1  "Q  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  : 
j[\     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 

•How  long  mall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 

Let  iin  and  forrovv  £eafe  •> 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  mow, 

Make  thine  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  mail  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  (hall  we  mine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward, 
R2 


198 Psalm  90,  91.        

Psalm  XC.     Short  Metre. 

Ver.  5,  io,  12.     The  frailty  andflwtncfs  of '  lifci 

1  "F     ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
JLj  Is  tliis  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas !  'twas  brittle  clay 
That  built  our  body  firft ! 

And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull:. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  flay  ; 

Juft  like  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mufl  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight ; 

We'il  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way. 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  : 

Scon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  bled  eternity. 

Psalm  XCI.  ver.  1 — 7.  Long  Met, 

Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

1   TJ  E  that  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 
J_  JL  Shall  find  a  mod  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fliade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

a  Then  will  I  fay,  "My  God,  thy  pow'r 
ir*Shall  be  my  fori  ids  and  my  tow'r  : 


Psalm  9T.  199 


"  I,  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 

cc  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  ?  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  in  are  ;. 
Satan  >  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

(From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood) 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  iliield  them  with  a  healthful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe  :  The  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifrael' s  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd  ?' 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves, 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pad  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commi.ffion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 


200  Psalm  91. 

10  The  fvvord,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  belt  defire  ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Psalm  XCI.    9 — 16.    Com.  Metre. 

Protection  from  deaths  guard  of  angels,  viclory  and 

deliverance. 

1  ""^^E  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

j[     Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare. 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try,  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  iweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  : 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  mall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones  ; 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  lent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  (hall  tread  ; 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  ; 
He  thai  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  Pfl  lave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
««  Til  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
4i  Deftruction,  and  the  (word. 


Psalm  91,  92.  201 

7  "  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  when  they  call ; 

"  In  trouble  Til  be  nigh  ; 
"  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known 

"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  : 
"  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

PsalivlXCII.  iJIPart.  Long  Metre. 

A  Pfalmfor  t/je  Lord*s-day. 
x    C*  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
C3  To  praife  tliy  name,  give  thanks  and  fing, 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  cares  fhall  feize  my  breaft  ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blels  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grafs  they  Hourim,  till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  died, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worfl  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 


202  Psalm  92,  93. 

My  inward  foes  fhall  all  be  (Iain, 

Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  fhall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  dehYd  or  wifh'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fwcet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


Psalm  XCIL  2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ver.  12,  &c.     The  church  is  1  he  garden  of  God, 

i   "jT     ORD,  'tis  a  pkajant  thing  to  ftand 
j|  j   In  gardens  plaited  by  tliy  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar,  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Bleft  with  thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon^  with  ail  its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive) 
'J  ime,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  llrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  mew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  jult  and  true  : 
None  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


Psalm  XCI1L      Long  Metre. 

The  eternal  and  fovereign  God. 

| EHOVAH  reigns  ;   he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firft  foundation  flands. 


Psalm  93. 203 

i  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever  living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands4  forever  fure  ; 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

Psalm  XCIII.  i ft  Part.  Partic.  Met. 

i    rnpiHE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  : 
J      His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty  i. 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  and  'ftabiifh'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  flood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  tV  eternal  King.     Thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  ikies  : 
Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  commotion, 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefts,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  dill ; 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiflive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  itrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footitool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 


204  Psalm  93. 


T 


Psalm  XCIII.  2d  Part.   Panic.  M 

'HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 
Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

tJpheld  by  thy  commands, 

The  world  fecurely  Hands  ; 
And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  : 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  ftarry  Iky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

In  vain  the  noify  crowd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  : 

In  vain,  with  angry  ipite, 

The  furly  nations  light, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  fhore. 

Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  engage  : 
Let  fwclling  tides  aflault  the  iky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  Hands  on  high. 

Thy  prmnifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new  : 
There  fix'd  thy  church  fhail  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  flanza,  if  neceffary* 


Psalm  94.  205 

Psalm  XCIV.    ift  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  i,  2,  7—14. 

Saints  chqflifed^  andjinners  deftroyed\  or,  inftrudive 
affliftions. 

i   f~\  GOD,  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
\jr    Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ;" 

When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ! 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  fhall  feel  his  pow'r  ; 
His  wrath  mail  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain, 
In  fome  furprifing  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  defer ve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw : 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife, 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  call  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promifc  break  j 
He  pardons  his  inheritance, 
For  their  Redeemer's  &ke, 

S 


206  Psalm  94. 


Psalm  XCIV.   2d  Part.  Com.  Met* 

Ver*  16 — 23. 

God  ourfupport  and  comfort  ;  or,  deliverance  from 
temptation  and  perfccution. 

x  TTTHG  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
W     Againft  my  num'rous  foes  ? 
"While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suflain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "  Alas  !  my  Hiding  feet,"  I  cry'd  j 

Thy  promife  was  my  prop : 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide  £ 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  fkies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff ; 
The  Lord  our  God  (ball  judge  the  proud, 
Aad  cut  the  finners  off. 


Psalm  95.  207 


PsAlm  XCV.     Common  Metre, 

A  pfalm  before  prayer, 

i    O  ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
(^  And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  \ 
When  his  falvation.is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fmg  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns,  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore  \ 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  :  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Come,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear, 
"  Ye  mall  not  fee  nry  reft." 


Psalm  XCV.     Short  Metre. 

A  pfalm  before  fermon. 

COME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  fing  j 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 


208  Psalm  95. 


2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  j 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 

The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  rcfufe 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  flubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race  ; 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dreft, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

i  XCV.    i,  2,3,6 — ii.   L.  M. 

Canaan  loft  through  unbelief :  or,  a  warning  to 
del  ay 'nig  /inner  s. 

i    |HOME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
\jl   A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fov'reign  King,  rehearfe 
His  honours  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  : 
lie  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paflures  keep. 


Psalm  9  5,  96.  209 


3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifr'el  knew. 

4  Ifr'el,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 

That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  ! 
"  Forget  my  pow'r  ;  abufe  my  love  : 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fwear 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there.'* 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 
Attend  the  ofFer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lofe  the  blefllng  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates : 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  reft, 
Obey,  and  be  forever  bleft.3 

Psalm  XCVL   i,  io,&c.  Com. Met. 

ChriJVs  Jirft  andfecond  coming. 

1  C*  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
^3   Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  : 

His   new-difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  Almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne, 

S   2 


210  Psalm  96 


3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  -7 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unuiual  joy  furprife 

The  iflands  or  the  fea  : 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes !  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  fhevv  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  (hall  raife  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear ! 

Psalm  XCVI.     Particular  Metre, 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

i   T     ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 
%   j   To  fing  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praifc, 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  ; 
His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  mow, 

And  all  his  laving  works  proclaim. 

1  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ^ 

Among  us  is  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  worihip  lhail  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  j 
Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone, 


Psalm  96,  97.  211 


3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
His  beams  are   majefty  and  light  ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  1 
His  temple,  bow  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  mall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  , 
Then  mall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Psalm  XCVIL   i ft  Part.  Long  Met. 

Ver.  1—5. 

Chrlft  reigning  in  heaven,  and  coming  to  judgment. 

1    IT  E  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns, 
JIT!   Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice, 

1  Deep  are  his   counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes ! 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs  ; 
Before  hirn  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  hi^h, 
And  ling,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


212  Psalm  97. 

Psalm  XCVII.   2d  Part.  Long  Met. 

Ver.  6 — 9.     Chrifls  incarnation. 

1  HjPHE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 

X     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  -7 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fides, 
Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ! 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the    ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  r 
But  Judah  fhout,  but  Zion  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

Psalm  XCVII.   3d  Part.  Long  Met. 

Grace  and  glory. 

1  rT^HE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 

X     G'er  a*l  tne  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  mares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holincfs. 


Psalm  97,  98.  213 

Psalm  XCVII.     Common  Metre, 

.  Ver.  t,  3*5— 7>  lu 
Chri/l's  incarnation,  and  the  laft  judgment. 

i   ~^7^E  iflands  of  the  Northern  fea, 
J[     Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  powV  proclaim  ! 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  ihali  he  come  to !  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  mall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  ; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fawn 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 


sal.m  XCVIII.    ift Part.  Com.  M 

Praifefor  the  go/pel. 

TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honours  be  addrefs'd  \ 


214  Psalm  98. 


His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 

2  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abrah'm  firft, 

His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft, 
And  learn  his  righteoufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  difPrent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honours  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

Psalm  XCVIXI.   id  Part.   Com.  M. 

The  Meffiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

i    TOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Jj      Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

I  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blellings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


i 


Psalm  99.  21 


Psalm  XCIX.    iji  Part.   Short  ivfet, 

Chri/Ps  kingdom  and  majejiy. 

i       'TPHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
j      Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus,  the  Saviour,  reigns  ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord, 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ftand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word, 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine  : 

His  church  (hall  make  his  wonders  known* 
For  there  his  glories  (hine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  ! 

Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace,, 

Psalm  XCIX.    2d  Part.   Short  Met, 

A  holy  God  worjhipped  with  reverence. 

1  Tj1  XALT  the  Lord  our  God^ 
XLj  And  worfhip  at  his  feet : 

His  nature  is  all  holinefsj 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifr'el  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'dj 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  \ 


216  Psalm  99,  100. 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4       Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

Psalm  C.     \Ji  Part.    Long  Metre. 

A  plain  tranflation.      Praife  to  our  Creator* 

i   "^L7"E  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice 

X     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

•2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  flieep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

£  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  j 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhali  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Psalm  C.     id  Part.    Long  Metre. 

A  paraphrafe. 

i    O  1NG  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
|^J  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 
The  Northern  ifles  mall  fend  the  noife 
Acrofs  the  ocean,  to  the  fhore. 


Psalm  100,  101; 2H 

Nations  attend  before  his  throne, 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  (heep  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honours  mail  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs. 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raife ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  Hand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

Psalm  CL      Long  Metre* 

The  magij?  rate's  pfalm. 

ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ! 
And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong* 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  Til  bring. 

If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  j 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways; 
T 


218  1^VLM  101- 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 

No  wicked  thing  mall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  ftrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  {hall  ne'er  abide, 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  jull 
To  polls  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  ; 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  itill.] 

6  In  vain  mail  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'iing  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guards 
The  bold  offender  fhan't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,  that  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  pow'r,  fhall  be  fupprefs'd. 

Psalm  CI.     Common  Metre. 

A  pfahnfor  a  mqfier  cf  a  family. 

i    if~\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\^_J   And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  Kfng, 
'leach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife  \ 
I'll  fuller  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes* 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by  force, 


Psalm  101,  102.  21.9 


The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  Pll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mail  truft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The,  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit, 

Pll  not  endure,  a  night : 
The  liar's  tongue  Pll  ever  hate. 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

o  Pll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

Psalm  CII.    ijl  Part.  Corn.  Metre 

Ver.  i — 13,  2o3  21. 
A  prayer  of  the  afflifted. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
O  But  anfwer,  left  I  die  ; 

Haft  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 

2  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 

Biflblving  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceilive  heat  ; 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  1  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  top, 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  giftfre  alone. 


220 Psalm  102. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl  \ 
There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft ; 
"While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  red. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
My  daily  bread  like  aihes  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  night. 

io  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Ages  to  come  (hall  know  thy  name, 
And  fprcad  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fhew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  myfterious  ways 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife, 


Psalm  109s 221 

PsALMj|PII.    2d  Part.   Com.  Metre. 

Ver.  13—21.    Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  rejlored, 

1  T    ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice ! 

1   j  Behold  the  promis'd  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice. 
And  comes  t*  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalem, 

And  ftand  in  glory  there  j 
Nations  mail  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners   groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death  \ 

And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  flian't  be  faid  "  that  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain/1 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CII.   23 — 28.    Long  Metre, 

Man's  mortality  and  ChriJFs  eternity  ;  or,  faints  die, 

but  Chrift  and  the  church  live, 
1   TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

X  Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  \ 
T  2 


222 Psj|«w  102,  103, 

Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command,   *ul. 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  \ 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  mull  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 
This  thought  our  forrow  mail  afiuage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

"  Chriil  is  the  fame  through  ev'ry  age." 

4  'Tvvas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade, 
And  all  be  changed  at  his  command. 

5  The  (tarry  curtains  of  the  iky, 
Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide  ; 

But  flill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high  \ 
Thy  church  forever  mufl  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 


Psalm  CIII.    \Ji  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Vet.  i — 7. 

Blejftng  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body. 

1  TJ  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 

JL>  Call  home  r#hy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  nraife  5 


Psalm  103.  223 


Why  (hould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves, 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fatisfies  our  mouth  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'niy  food> 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreffor  and  th'  opprefs'd^ 
And  often  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  ; 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  alllhe  nations  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace : 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  fhall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. J 

Psalm  CIII.   2d  Part.   Long  Metre. 

Ver.  8—18. 
God's  gentle  chaftifement ;  or>  his  tender  mercy  to  his 

people. 
1   r  I  _1HE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 
1     How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace  ! 


224 Psalm  103.     

He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known, 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  highefl  hopes  we  raife. 

I  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  placM 
The  riling  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

\  How  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

j  Amidft  his  wrath  companion  mines  % 
His  ilrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  ; 
And  while  his  rod  corre&s  his  faints. 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

)  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause* 
The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  \ 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  bellows* 

\  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
Blafted  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  \ 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon 
As  morning  How'rs  that  fade  at  noon, 


Psalm  103.  225 


9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Psalm  CIIL    ijl  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  i — 7. 
Praife  for  f pi  ritual  and  temporal  mercies. 

1  {f~^k  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  foul ! 
\^J?     Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfuinefs. 
And  without  praifes  die« 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fickneifes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfonVd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell. 
Hath  fov 'reign  pow'r  to  iave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  faff' re rs  reil  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  opprefs'd. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  5 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son, 


226  Psalm  103 


Psalm  CIII.    ad  Part.  Short  Metre. 

Ver.  8—18. 

Abounding  companion  of  God :  or,  mercy  in  the  mldft 

of  judgment. 

1  T\/i"Y  f°u^  repeat  his  praife, 

_L V A  Whofc  mercies  are  fo  great ; 
Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chicle  ; 
And  when  his  flrckes  are  felt, 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thole  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  cur  feeble  frame. 

f)       He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
Scatier'd  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
His  ancer,  like  a  riling  wind, 
Can  fend  us  fvvift  to  death. 

y        Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 
If  one  fharp  Waft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


Psalm  103,  104,  2  2  7 

$       But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  Cure. 

Psalm  CIII.  ^d  Part.   Short  Metre. 

Ver.  19 — 22* 
God's  univerfal  dominion  ;  or^  angels  praife  tie  Lord, 

1  HT^HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

J[     Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  j 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might. 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray. 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 
Through  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul^ 
Shall  ling  his  graces  too. 

Psalm  CIV.      Long  Metre. 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 

jWY  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

'h.  When  cloth'cl  in  his  celelUal  rays. 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And,  like  a  robe,  his  e;lorv  wears.. 


228'  Psalm  104. 


[Note.     This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  a  different  metre,  by  adding  tU 
following  two  lines  to  every  ftanza,  viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord  ;  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ?~| 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtain  fpread  ; 
Tli*  unfathomM  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  florins  acrofs  the  fkies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
•    His  miniflers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  (hall  forever  Hand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  fhould  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood 3 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thunder'd,and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confm'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convcy'd  by  fee  ret  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains* 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  ft  re  am  wild  affes  bray. 

8  From  pleaTant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink, 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  illence  in  his  praife. 


Psalm  104,  229 


Pause  I. 
9     God,  from  his  cloudy  ciflern,  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleflings  yield. 

io  He  makes  the  graffy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  .cattle  large  mpplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  pow'r, 
To  nourifh  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruits  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  an  ufeful  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  arecheer'd  with  gen'rous  wme5 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  fhine. 

-i  2  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  people,  fed 

With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ilrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigour  in  your  hearts. 

Pause  II. 

.13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  {lands, 
Rais'd  in  the  forefl  by  his  hands; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefts  fecure  on  high, 

1 4  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  \ 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  aik  their  meat  from  God  j 

U 


230  Psalm  104, 


But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  lavage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

i3  How  ftrange  thy  works  I  how  great  thy  (kill, 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  -7 
There  dwells  the  huge  leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  fpite  of  man. 

Pause  III. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  rcfts  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  fland, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  difPrent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  ; 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difPrent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  dull  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  refign  j 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beafts  and  men$ 


Psalm  104,  105.  231 


A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight : 

*   How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  tiroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  ; 
Thy  praiies  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

2  3  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  in  the  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fmg. 

Psalm  CV.    Abridged.    Com.  Met, 

God's  conduct  to  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  jT^%  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
%JJT  And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame5 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  nurn'rous  ages  pail, 
To  nurn'rous  ages,  yet  behind, 
In  equal  force  (hall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abrah'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  blefling  fure  ; 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read. 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 


232  Psalm  105. • 

4  "  Thy  feed  fhall  make  all  nations  Heft," 
(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 

And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  their  reft, 
The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant  !  how  rich  the  grace  I 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  itrangers  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band  l 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
And  haughty  kings,  that  on  them  frown'd: 
Severely  he  reprov'd, 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  fcon  revenge  the  wrong  : 
"  The  man  that  docs  my  prophets  harnv 
"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong.V 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage,. 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
Ifr'el  muft  live  through  ev'ry  ager 
Anel  be  th'  Almighty's  care.j 

Pause  I. 

c,  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  lent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 
lo  He  call'd  for  darknefs  ;  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  ; 
He  turn'd  each  lake  and  ev'ry  dream 
To  lakes  and  ftreams  of  blood. 
ii  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread ; 
And  frogs,  in  croaking  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 


Psalm  105.  233 


12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  ten-fold  veageance  flew  ; 
Locuib  in  fwarms  devourM  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  droke, 

The  fbw'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  drength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke., 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Ifr'el  mud  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Pause  II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  : 
Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  hirnieif  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journies  right  ; 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A. fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  dill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defert  through. 

o 

18  O  wondrous  dream!  O  blefled  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
Through  all  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  Hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  pofTefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  proinis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  red. 
V  2 


234 Psalm  106. 

a©  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
Ifr'el  mult  live  through  ev'ry  age,, 
And  be  th*  Almighty's  care. 

Psalm  CVL    ver.  2 — 5.   Long  Met, 

Praife  to  God  ;  or,  communion  with  faints* 

1  HPO  God  tile  great,  the  ever  blefs'd, 

Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  mercy  firm  forever  {lands ! 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ?. 
Who  Avail  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Bled  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will.. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  ialvation  blefs 
The  meaner!  fuppliant  of  thy  grace, 

4  O  may  1  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  I 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


Psalm  CVI.      Short  Metre. 

> 

Ver.  7,  8,  12—14,  43—48. 
Ifrael  f  unified  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God's  unchangeable. 

kve. 

1        rfO  ^D  of  eternal  love, 

Vj?'  How  fickle  are  our  ways  T 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  i 


Psalm  106,  107.  235 


They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
But  fobn  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

Now  they  believe  his  word, 
"While  rocks  with  rivers  flow ; 
Now,  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans  ; 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  -r 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 
Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race ; 

And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word, 
Amen,  to  all  the  praife. 


Psalm  CVII.  ift  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Ifrasl  led  to  Canaan^  and  Chriftians  to  heaven. 

i    iOl  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
\JP"  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  "name  is  love  5 
His  mercy,  ages  pad  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  mall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  : 
Ifr'el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  [When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 


236  Psalm  107 


They  trac'd  the  detert,  wandering  round 
A  wild  and  fblitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abode  ; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  afluage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's„rage. 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  far  wand'rino;  round  ; 

5 Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  fir  it  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
"We  have  tills  defer t  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  elothea  us  all  the  way, 
Pie  guides  our  footfteps  left  we  itray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

3  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


Psalm  CVIL   2d  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Cjrretllon  fr  Ji?i9  and  releafe  by  prayer. 

1  "ST*  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  ; 

JJ_      God  am!  his  grace  are  flill  the  fame  \ 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  fkies ; 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  7 


Psalm  107.  23? 


3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  (hall  be  found  : 
Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  ihades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  ; 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difrnal  made 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  foiling  prisoners  through  *f 
lakes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  i  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

Psalm  CVII.  yl  Part.   Long  Metre. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned ;  <?r,  a  pfalm 
for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard* 

i   "\  TAIN  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent, 
^/     Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  \ 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  £ 
Till  all  his  aclive  powers  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loathes  to  eat3 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released, 


238  Psalm  107. 

4  Then  how  the  flighted  finners  fly 
To  God  for  help,  with  earned  cry ! 

lie  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'eine  could  effecT:  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure ; 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals  ; 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word,  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  foils  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  1 
And  let  their  thankful  offerings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

Psalm  CVII.  <\Jh  Part.    Long  Met. 

Deliverance  from  farms  and Jhipwreck  ;    cr>  the 
feaman*  s  fong* 

J"OULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 

2  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind, 
Till  God  commands,  and  tempeils  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  uagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He   bids  the  winds  their  wrath  aifuage ; 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  : 


Psalm  107. 239 

'Tis  calm  ;  and  fallors  fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  ikig. 

Psalm  CVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  mariner's  pfahn. 

i  r  |  ^HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
JL     Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  fhall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  Clips. 

i   At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves ; 
The  men,  aftonifcYd,  mount  the  ikies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  temped  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  ; 
And,  hopelefs  of  the  distant  fhore, 
Expect  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 

He  hears  their  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  through  the  Ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  5 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 


240  Psalm  107. 


7  'Tis  God   that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  j 
Let  ftupid  mortals  know- 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

B  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

Psalm  CVIL  Laji  Part.  Long  Met. 

Colonies  planted  ;    or,  nations  blejt  and  punijhed. 
A  Pfolm  for  New-England. 

1  ~W  THEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

\  V     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleflings  from  the  Ikies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupply  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks, 
Their  wealth  inereafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  :  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 

Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands.  j 


Psalm  109.  241 


6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  ; 
The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field* 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.} 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  {hall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord ! 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

Psalm  CIX.    1—5,  31.   Com.  Met 

Love  to  enemies ,  from  the  example  of  Chri/l. 

1  /^1  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 
VJT  Thy  glory  is  my  fong, 
Though  finners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  ilanders,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  j 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

W 


242  Psalm  109,  110. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  j 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  fliinc 

In  vain  before  mine  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 

Who  flander  and  condemn. 

, __ 

Psalm  CX.     ijl  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Chrijl  exalted^  mid  multitudes  converted :  or,  the 
fuccefs  of  the  go  [pel. 

i   rinHUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X     To  Chrift  the  Son,  "  Alcend  and  fit 
"  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiflive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  fhall  thy  word  proceed  ; 
"  Thy  word,  the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 

"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  fhew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
*c  And  finners  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines. " 

4  O  blefTed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vicl'ry  fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 


Psalm  110.  243 


Psalm  CX.    2d  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  and  pri  eft  hood  of  Chrift. 

1  npHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

X     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  \ 
"  Eternal  {hall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die, 
"  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  lave  forever  thofe  that  fly 

"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchizedek  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 

"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  prieft,  malt  plead, 

"  And  thou,  my  king,  malt  rule  my  fons/' 

4  Jefus  the  prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  fhall  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  ; 

Then  fhall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 

Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

Psalm  CX.      Common  Metre. 

ChrijVs  kingdom  and  priefthood, 

1    j'ESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J    And  near  thy  Father  fit  : 
In  Zion  fhall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit, 


244  Psalm  111. 


What  wonders  fhall  thy  gofpel  do ! 

Thy  converts  fhall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 

And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

God  hath  pronounc'd  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  \ 
"  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefthood  be, 

"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 
"  Melchizedek,  that  wondrous  prieft, 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abrah'm  bleft, 

"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

Jefus  our  prieft  forever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  %y 
Jefus  our  king  forever  gives 

The  bleilings  of  his  love. 
God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain  ; 
Shall  ftrike  the  povv'rs  and  princes  dead 

Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 


Psalm  CXI.    17?  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  QONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 
5^3   To  my  almighty  God  \ 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  light  ! 
Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exact  is  nature's  frame ! 

How  wife  th*  eternal  Mind  ! 


Psalm  111.  245 


His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 
He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 
Thy  heavenly  fkill  proclaim  ; 

What  fhall  we  do  to  make  *us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  fk.il!  ; 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race, 

That  bed  obeys  thy  will. 


Psalm  CXI.   2d  Part.   Com.  Metre, 

The  perfections  of  God, 

1  /^1  RE  AT  is  the  Lord ;   his  works  of  might 
\jf  Demand  our  nobleft  fongs : 

Let  his  affembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Sen,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  ieal  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin, 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 
W  2 


246  Psalm  11 2. 

Psalm  CXII.     Particular  Metre, 

The  blejings  of  the  liberal  man, 

i   njPHAT  man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  awe 
X     Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceflive  honours  crown'd* 

2  His  lib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends ; 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  jull  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  .beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fovv'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleflings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  dull. 

4.  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  mall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brighteft  in  affliction's  night ; 

And  fees  in  darknefs  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 
5  fill  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart  that  ftVd  on  God  relies, 

Though  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  ; 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  arid  glory  drown'd. 


Psalm  112,  247 


6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  iind  their  expectations  crofs'd  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 


Psalm  CXIL     Long  Metre. 

The  blejjings  of  the  pious  and  charitable, 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trulls  his  word  \ 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blefllngs  to  his  feed  defcend. 
Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  again  ft  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  is  there. 

His  foul,  well  ftVd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heartland  blefs  his  eyes. 
He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftill  before  his  God  ; 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  finners  fret  in  vain. 

Psalm  CXIL     Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded, 

HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands, 


248  Psalm  11  a.      

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fhall  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eftablifh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  diftrefs, 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  mine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 

Psalm  CXIII.    Particular  Metre, 

The  majejly  and  condefcenfion  of  God. 

i   "X^TE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
J[     The  honours  of  his  name  record, 
His  facred  name  forever  blefs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 
2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  : 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might  ! 


Psalm  113.  249 


3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  j 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleffing  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name : 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  : 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 


Psalm  CXI  1 1.      Long  Metre. 

God  fovereign  and  gracious. 

i  "VT'E  fervants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 
J[     In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing  : 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat, 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  pow'r  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfar  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  ;  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condeicends  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfeure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  9 


250 Psalm  114. 

Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons, 
And  iits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pail, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenie  defpairs  : 
If  nature  fails,  the  promiie  bears.] 

Psalm  CXIV.     Long  Metre, 

Miracles  attending  JfraePs  journey. 

i  T5nr  THEN  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
V V     Lsft  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with* cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  : 
Jordan  beheld  their  inarch,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  flieep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ; 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fbv'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feck  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 


Psalm  115.    251 


The  King  of  Ifr'el :  See  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 
He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ; 
The  rock  to  {landing  pools  he  turns  : 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 


Psalm  CXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or9  idolatry  'reproved. 

1  TWTOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft, 
X%l    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  juft, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

1  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  mould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame, 
Say, "  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  fo  long  ?" 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  ikies  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears,  they  carve  their  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind : 

In  vain  are  coftly  ofPrings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  thev.l 


252  Psalm  ii 


7  O  Ifr'el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  : 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  > 
But  we  mall  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

Psalm  CXV.    Particular  Metre. 

Popijh  idolatry  reproved. 

1  TWTOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 

1^    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  through  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathen  fay,  "  And  where's  your  God  !* 

2  Heav'n  is  thy  higher  court,  there  (lands  thy  throne, 
And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done. 

Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  thefe  heav'ns  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  (hapes  of  eyes  and  ears  j 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  : 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move  *, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r,  nor  love  j 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 

To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  : 
People  and  priefls  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  that  faws  and  hammers  made.] 


Psalm  116.  253 

5  Be  hcav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !   'Tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  is  more  ft  up  id,  or  their  geds,  or  they. 
O  Ifr'el,  truft  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  restores  thy  peace  : 
His  worihip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heav'nly  fhield. 

6  In  God  we  truft  ;  our  impious  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 

Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  fiience  had  forbid  his  praifc  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :  Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  bids  the  Clod  that  built  the  flues. 

Psalm  CXVI.    ijl  Part.    Com.  Met, 

Recovery  from  ficknefs . 

i    1"  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
J[     And  pity'd  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  1  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 

O  let  fny  heart  no  more  defpair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flefli  deciin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  d^^d  5 
While  inward  pangs,  and  fears  of  hcll3 
Per  pi  ex  \1  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "My  Gcd,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  ai>d  jtift  ; 
Ci  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave, ? 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trull." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftrelr, 

He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 
X 


254  Psalm  116 


Return,  my  foul,  to  God,  thy  reft, 
For  thou  hail  known  his  love. 

My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 


Psalm  CXVI.    %&  Part.    Cora.  Met. 

Ver.    12,  he.     Vows,  made  in  trouble,  paid  in   the 
church  ;  or,  public  thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

i   inTTHAT  {hall  I  render  to  my  God 

V  V     For  all  his  kindnefs  mown  ? 
My  feet  mall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
i  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 
My  off'ripgs  mall  be  paid  ; 
There  (hall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguiili  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever.blcflfed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  iervants  in  thy  Ggtt  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  hapoy  all  thy  fervants  are  i 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  1 
My  life,  which  thou  had  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  1  devote  to  thee. 
5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
Nor  mall  my  purpofe  move; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosM  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
[ere  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Yvitnefs,  ye  flints,  who  hear  mc  new, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 


Psalm  117.  255 


Psalm  CXVII.    Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  nations* 

i    4T^\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
V_^     Each  with  a  diiFrent  tongue  : 
In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  : 
Forever  firm  his  truth  mall  (land  ; 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

Tsalm  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

1  T7ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkics, 
JP    Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praife  mall  found  from  more  to  more, 
Till  funs  mall  rife  and  let  no  more. 


Psalm  CXVII.     Short  Metre. 

r  |  <HY  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
J_    Shall  found  through  diftant  lands  j 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word, 
Thy  truth  forever  ftands. 

Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 


256  Psalm  118 


Psalm  CX VIII.  i/tPart.  Com.  Met. 

Yer.  6 — 15.     Deliverance  from  a  iumult. 

1  T'^E  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

JL     Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
Of  what  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  Heav'n  affords  me  aid. 

2  Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees  my  foes  befet  me  round  \ 

A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ! 
But  I  iliall  all  their  rage  confound 
By  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ft  rang, 

In  htm  my  iips  rejoice  \ 
While  his  falyation  is  my  lbs 
How  cheerful  is  my  yojee  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  found, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  j 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  \ 
Let  Ifr'el  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

Psalm  CXVIII.   id  Part.    Com.  M. 

Ver.  j  7 — 21. 
Public  pr aife  for  deliverance  from  death. 
1   T     ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
I  j  And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  j 


Psalm  118.  ■     257 

Now  fliall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die, 

If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 
Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore, 

Defends  him  ftill  from  death. 

Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  mall  worfhip  there ; 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

Amongft  th*  affemblies  of  thy  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raite  : 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 

And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 


Psalm  CXVIII.  3d  Part.  Com.  Met, 

Ver.  22,  23.     Chrift  the  foundation  of  his  church* 

1  T3  EHOLD  the  fure  foundation-ftohe 
J[3  Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praife, 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name  ; 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here, 
Nor  mall  they  furYer  fhame. 

3  The  fooliih  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  fhall  red, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

I  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood,' 
Yet  mult  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thine  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 
X  2 


258  Psalm  118 


Psalm  CXVIII.  4$ Part.  Com.  M. 

Ver.  24 — 26.     Ho/anna;  the  Lord 's-day;  or,Chrifl's 
refur  reel  ion  and  ourfalvation. 

1  r  I  ^HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

JL     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumphs  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

2  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  rneffages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  (trains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raife  ; 
The  higheft  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 


Psalm  CXVIII.  22-27.  Short  Met. 

An  hofanna  fcr  the  Lord's  day  ;    or,  a  new  fong  of 

fa  hat  ion  by  Chrijh 

1        O  EE  what  a  living  ftone 
1*3  rJ  ne  builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envious  jews. 


Psalm  118.  259 


2  The  Scribe  and  angry  pried 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  fhall  Zion  reft, 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
That  our  Redeemer  ma.de  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  ling,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  fhe  King 
Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 

Blefs  him,  ye  faints ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word, 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

Psalm  CXVIII.   22 — 27.   Long  M. 

An  hofanna  for  ihe  Lord's-day  ;    or9  a  new  fong  of 
falvation  by  Chrlft. 

1  T     O  !  what  a  glorious  corner-ftone 
j|_j  The  Jewifii  builders  did  refufe  \ 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon. 
In  fpite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  !  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  law  our  Saviour  rile. 


260 Psalm  119, 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 
Ilofanna,  let  his  name  be  bleft  ; 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race ; 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

Psalm  CXIX. 

/  have  colleSed  and  d'lfpofed  the  mojl  tifefnl  verfes  of  this  Pfalm 
under  eighteen  different  heads,  and  formed  a  Divine  Song  upon  each 
of  them.  But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed  to  attain  fome  degree 
of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  law,  commands,  judgments, 
teftimonies,  /  have  ufd  gofpel,  word,  grace,  truth,  promifes, 
life,  as  more  agreeable  to  the  Nezv  Teflament,  and  the  common  lan- 
guage of  Chr[fiians,  and  it  equally  anfwers  the  deftgn  of  the  Pfalmijl, 
which  -was  to  recommend  the  Holy  Scriptures. 

Psalm  CXIX.  \jl  Part.    Com.  Met. 

The  bleffldnefs  of  faint  s,  and  mifery  of f inner  s. 
Ver.  i,  2,  3. 

1  Tj3  LEST  are  th'-undehTd  in  heart, 
_J3    Whole  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Bleft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  praciife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  ieek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temp  ration  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 


Psalm  119.  26l 


Ver.  6. 

4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  fiiamc, 
When  all  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver.  21,  1 1 8. 

5  But  haughty  Tinners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  fhall  die  accurft ; 
The  fons  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dulL 

Ver.  1 19,  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  ; 

And  thole  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  (alvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 


Psalm  CXIX.    id  Part.    Com.  Met, 

Secret  devotion  and jpiritual-mindednefs  ;    or^  conjiant 
converfe  vj'uh  God, 

Ver.  147,  55. 

1  HPO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL    'My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 
1  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Ver.  Si. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace ; 

Thy  pro  mile  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver  164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  ; 


262  Psalm  119. 


Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Vcr.  62. 
When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkiesT* 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 

And  fweet  acceptance  find. 


Psalm  CXIX.   3d  Part.   Com.  Met. 

Prcfejficns  of  finccnly^  repentance  and  obedience, 
Ver.  sj,  60. 
r   rTTlHOU  art  my  portion,  ()  my  God; 
_£     Soon  as  1  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay. 

Ver.  3c,  14. 

2  1  choofc  the  path  of  heav'niy  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  j 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  let  before  mine  eyes  : 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  (Ircngth, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truit  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.  94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  (hield,  my  hiding  place. 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


PsACM  119.  263 


Ver.  112. 
6  Thou  haft  inchVd  tiiis  heart  of  mine 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  : 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  fhafl  end 
W&fcld  I  perform  thy  will. 

Psalm  CXiX.  4th  Part.  Corn,  Met. 

' '  In/lruftion  from  fcripture, 
Ver.  9. 

1  ITOW  mail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
_| "j[     And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 

Thy  word  the  chotceft  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conkicnce  clean. 
Ver.  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaner!  iouis  instruction  find, 
And  raiie  their  thoughts  to  God. 

..:.    I05. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  qf  ihe  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife; 

I  hate  the  fmner's  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
Eut  love  thy  law,  my  God. 


264  Psalm  119. 


Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  [The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  : 
And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day,   , 
Thy  Ikill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  Hill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leil'ons  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  itars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.  160,  140,  9,  116. 
S  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  (hall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

Psalm  CXIX.  ^th Part  Com.  Met. 

Delight  in  fcripture  ;    er,  the  word  of  God  dwelling 

in  us* 

Ver.  97. 
j    S~\  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  1 
\Jr    *  i  is  daily  my  dtlight : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night* 
Ver.  148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  fby  gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tireibme  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heav'nly  long. 


law  ! 


i 


Psalm  119. 265 

Ver.  19,  1 03. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 

Ver.  72,  127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind ;  . 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Ver.  28,  49,  175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

Psalm  CXIX.  6th  Part/  Com.  Met. 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 

Ver.  128. 

1  T     ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
I    i   And  all  thy  ftatutes  juil ; 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
"With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  luft. 

Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bufinefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  aclions  right. 

^  Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be !'* 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

y 


2C6 Psalm  119. 

Ver.  162. 
4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  mare  the  fpoil 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 


Psalm  CXIX.  jth  Part.  Com.  Met, 

impcrfeclion  tf  nature,  and  perfeclion  offcripture* 

Ver.  96  paraphrafed. 

1  T     ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
%  1  To  form  one  perfect  book, 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect:  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forsiv'n, 

Nor  lead  a  flep  beyond  the  grave  -, 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfeclion  here  below  ; 
Ho,w  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall. 
And  can  no  farther  go ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  \ 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  perfeclion  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  ft)  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  peri ecl:  truth  and  rl^hteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


Psalm  119. 267 

Psalm  CX1X.  $Ji  Part.  Com.  Met. 

The  word  of  God  is  the  faint9 s  portion  ;   or,  the  excel- 
lency and  variety  offcripture. 

Ver.  1 1 1  paraph rafed. 
i   '        OR.D,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
I   j   My  tailing  heritage ; 
There  (hall  my  nobleft:  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hihVries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  %ht, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove 
With  ever  frefli  delight. 

3  *Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife  ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  bed  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  bled  ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

Psalm  CXIX.  gth  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Defire  of  knowledge  ;    or,   the  teachings  of  the  Spirit 
with  the  word*. 

Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  HPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

JL    How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,  125. 

2  My  heart  was  faihion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due  \ 


268  Psalm  119 


O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  he  mud  do. 

Ver.  19. 
Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  ihould  go, 

And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 
When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heardfl  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 

Or  I  fhall  ftray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 
If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  fhew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  forever  I'll  purfue, 

His  law  fhall  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  71. 
This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 
[In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law  ; 
Nor  let  that  bleffed  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.  27,  171. 
When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  : 
My  thankful  lips,  infpir'd  with  zeal, 

Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.J 


. Fs'A£M  H9.  269 

Psalm  CXIX.  xothPart.  Com. Met. 

Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

1  "F>  EHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
J3    Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,  107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvation  down, 

And  promis'd  quickening  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ! 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  lips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  r 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  {hall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear* 

Psalm  CXIX.    nth  Part.  Com.  M* 

Breathing  after  holinefs* 
Ver.  5,  33. 
1   ^\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways. 
V-/  To  keep  his  ftatutes  Mill  1 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  I 

Ver.  29. 
2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart  1 
Y.a 


270 Psalm  119. 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  acl  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  vanity  turn  oft"  mine  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.  133. 

4  Order  my  foot  Heps  by  thy  word,. 

And  make  my  heart  fin  cere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 

Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray  y 

My  feet  too  often  flip ; 
Yet  fince  Fve  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 

Ver.  2>S*- 
€  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  > 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

Psalm  CXIX.    12th  Part.    Com.  M 

Breathing-  after  comfort  and  deliverance. 

Ver.  153. 
1   1\/TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
JL V JL  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  j 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace3 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

Ver.  39,  116. 
a  Forbid,  forbid  the  iharp  reproach 
Which  I  fo  juflly  fear  y 


Psalm  119. 271 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fliame  appear. 

Ver.  122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me  ; 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  82. 

4  Mine  eyes  with  expectation  fail  ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"  And  make  my  comforts  rife?" 

Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  fhew  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t5  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

Psalm  CXIX.    i$tkPart.   Com.  M, 

Holy  fear,  and  tender  nefs  of  confcience. 

Ver.  10. 

1  1[11[  TITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face* 

V  V     O  let  nie  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  Way  ! 

•     ,   Ver.  ik 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 

Ver-  63*53>  l5$- 

3  Pm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  r 


272 Psalm  119, 

My  for  rows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 

Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver.  16 1 ,  120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.  166,  174. 
5  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  falvation  fiill  \ 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


Psalm  CXIX.   14th  Part.  Com.  M, 

Benefit  of  qffliclions,  and  fupport  under  them. 

Ver.  153,  81,  82. 

1  ^tONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\_A   And  thy  dehVrance  fend  ; 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints ; 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law. 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diftrefs  begins, 


Psalm  119.  27  3 


I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight, 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  foul,  opprelt  with  forrows  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere: 
The  fharpeft  fufFrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  6  j. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

Psalm  CXIX.  i$thPart.  Com.  Met 

Holy  refolutions. 

Ver.  93. 

1  f^k  THAT  thy  flatutes,  ev'ry  hour, 
\J  Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 


274  Psalm  119 


From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  let  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  deelare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
Pll  fpeak  thy  word,  though  kings  mould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right ; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  Ties, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  j 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mud  obey  his  will. 

Psalm  CXIX.    i 6th  Part.   ComTM- 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.  25,  37. 
Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ; 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ! 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  luft, 

Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 
I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.  107. 
When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 

Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 


Psalm  119.  275 


Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.  159,4°- 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move, 
Without  enliv'ning  grace ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  mall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r, 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


Psalm  CXIX.  17 th  Part.  Long  Met. 

Courage  and  perfeverance  under  perfecution  ;  or,  grace 
Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.  143,  28. 
1  "inTTHEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 
V  V     -All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diffolves  for  heavinefs, 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 

Ver.  51,  69,  1 10. 
%  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  \ 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Ver.  161,  78. 
3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  5 
But  1  will  trull  and  ftaf  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame, 


276  ■  Psalm  119. 

Psalm  CXIX.    Lafl  Part.  Long  M. 

Sanclified  ajfliclions  ;   or,  delight  in  the  word  of  God. 
Ver.  6y,  59. 

1  TT'ATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
X/     How  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  forc'd  mv  confcience  to  a  Hand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God ! 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way, 
But  now  Hove  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  law  that  iflues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  Weflern  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.  y3. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  foul  within ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  tlte  Lord, 
At  my  falvation  fhall  rejoice  \ 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


Psalm  120,  121:  277 

Psalm  CXX.    Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;    or,  a  devout 
wiJJo  for  peace* 

x   nnHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft, 
J[     Pity  my  fufFring  flate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  let  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft 

Among;  the  fons  of  flrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafinc:  brawling  waue 
My  golden  hours  of  life* 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleiling  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  pafllons  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  ; 
"What  £hall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  through, 

Strict  juiiice  would  approve  j 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

Psalm  CXXL      Long  Metre. 

Divine  prctcclion. 

P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes-, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  Ikies ; 


278  Psalm  121 


Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  \ 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 

He  lives  ;  the  everlafting  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiies  blefs  all  the  day  ; 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  vale,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  lfrael  fleeps. 

Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  flumber  nor  furprife. 
No  fun  fhall  finite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  itar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  fhalt  go,  and  ftill  return 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  in  are. 

On  thee  foul  {pints  have  no  pow'r ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homewaVd  to  thy  God. 


Psalm  CXXI.     Common  Metre, 

Prcfcr-vailon  by  day  and  night. 

i    rTHO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
JL     There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  Ikies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 


Psalm  121.  279 


Their  feet  (hall  never  Hide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  : 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  \ 

His  eyes  can  never  ileep. 

I  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 
With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  molt  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

.  Ifrael,  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

;  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor-fickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmitc  *, 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon  \ 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

i  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Psalm  CXXI.     Particular  Metre, 

God  our  preferver.. 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  fides, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tovv'r 
To  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour* 


280 Psalm  121,  122 

2  My  feet  fhall  never  Hide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 

JSince  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes, 

Which  never  ileep, 

Shall  Ifrael  keep, 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  ihadc, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Ilafi  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word, 
To  five  my  ibul  from  death  i 
And  I  cd.n  trult  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
HI  go  and  co' 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


Ps  A  lm  CXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Cc'mz  to  church* 
OW  did  nry  heart  rejoice  to  hear 


H 


My  friends  devoutly  lay, 
i%  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"  And  keep  the  iblemn  day  i" 

I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace* 


Psalm  122. 281 

Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  (how  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  : 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace,, 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 

6  My  foul  mail  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  bed  friends,  my  kindred  dwells 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 


Psalm  CXXIL    Particular  Metre. 

Going  to  church, 

i        Y  TOW  pleas' d  and  bleft  was  I, 
li  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Comey  let  us  feck  our  God  to-day  ;" 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
Wehafte  to  Zion's  hill,. 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay, 

i       Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 
And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  $ 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found.- 

Z  2 


282  Psalm  122,  123. 


There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne  ; 
He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  \ 

He  bids  the  faint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  iinner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ; 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleilings  on  him  reft ! 

My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  !" 
Yox  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  lince  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  {kill  ever  love  thee  well. 

Repot  the  ^th  Jlanza,  if  nccejfary. 


Psalm  CXXIIL     Common  Metre, 

Pla iding  with  fubmijjhn. 

i    ^V  THOU,  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
\_J     Enthron'd  above  the  fkies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

:   As  Servants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  drake  ; 
Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  {land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

^  So  for  our  fins  we  jufily  feel 
Thv  dikiplme,  O  God's 


Psalm  123,  124.  283 

Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  (till, 
Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Thofe  who  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

Psalm  CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 

A  fong  for  public  deliverance. 

i    TTAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrael  fay, 

JTJL  Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'd  our  fide, 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  ; 

2  The  fwelling  tide  had  flopt  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 

We  had  been  fwallow'4  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  waters  had  o'er  whelm 'd  our  foul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  fhout  and  fing, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  flroke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke. 

4  Forever  bleiied  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  ikies  ; 
He,  that  upholds  that  wondrous  frame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eye*. 


284 '  Psalm  125, 

Psalm  CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

The  faint'' *s  trial  and  fafety. 

i   T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
\_)     And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  fhall  reft, 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  ev'ry  faint  furround* 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  fir  ft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foll'wers  too. 

Psalm-  CXXV.     Short  MetreT 

The  faint's  trial  and  fafety  ;   or,  moderated  affiiclions* 

i         (TTMRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
JP     That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2        As  mountains  ftood  to  (niard 

o 

rlhe  city's  f/icred  ground, 

So  God,  and  his  almighty  love, 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 


_  Psalm  125,  125.  285 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke. 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  (hall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whole  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Wliofe  hope  and  lave,  and  ev'ry  grace. 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  (hall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  ; 

The  God  of  Ifrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  leit  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  fla villi  fear 

Will  choofe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  mull  expect  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  iinners  dwell. 

Psalm  CXXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Surprifing  deliverance* 

i   ^TTHEN  God  reflor'd  our  captive  (late, 
VV    J°y  was  our  *ong>  and  grace  our  theme  y 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great. 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  feoffor  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review'd  our  difnial  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanifh  fo  ^ 
With  God  wc  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 


286 Psalm  126. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  featter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  ihout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

Psalm  CXXVI.    Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converjion  ;    or,  melancholy 
removed. 

i   TTTHEN  God  reveaPd  his  gracious  name, 
v/y      And  chang'd  my  mournful  Rate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appear 'd  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furpriiing  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

Anil  owp/d  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
u  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
<;  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

o 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fl^H  confefs  their  {heaves  are  great, 
And  fnout  the  bleilings  home. 

6  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  duff, 

It  {han't  deceive  their  hope  1 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 


Psalm  127. 287 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  bkjfing  of  God  on  the  bujinefs  and  comforts  of  life. 

i   TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

J[  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  j 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ; 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  blefl ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleflings  too, 
If  God  our  fov'reign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove,  , 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love  ! 

Psalm  CXXVII.     Common  Metre. 

God  all  in  all, 

1  TF  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
Jt  The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And,  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  Hues, 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  ileep,  and  coarfe  your  fare, 

In  vain,  till  God  has  bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 
You  fhall  have  food  and  reft. 


288  Psalm  128,  129. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 
Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 

Psalm  CXXVIII.    Common  Metre, 

Family  bleflings. 

1   ^X   HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  fill'd 
%<Jf  With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 
-2  A  careful  Providence  fhall  ftand, 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleflings  flied. 

3  Thy  wife  lhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fliall  thy  bed  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 

The  Lord  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 


P&ALM  CXXIX.     Common  Metre 

Pcrfccutors  pumjlicd. 

1     T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 
%J    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  vears. 


Psalm  129, 289 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
Oft  th«y  afiaiPd  my  riper  age, 
But  not  deflroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plough  had  torn  my  flefli, 

With  furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrefh, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  fleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul ! 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafted  from  the  fky ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  projects  die. 

7  [What  though  they  flourim  tall  and  fair^ 

They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fhall  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.]] 

8  [So  corn,  that  on  the  houfe-top  (lands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  lill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place : 

No  traveller  beftows 
A  word  of  bleliing  on  the  grafs. 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes,  j 
A  A 


290  Psalm  130. 

Psalm  CXXX.    Common  Metre, 

Pardoning  grace. 
i    /^\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs, 
\^_J  The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  ftand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  hath  bought  them  with  his  blood3 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  ialvation,  Lord, 

"With  ftrong  delires  I  wait  ; 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  ikies, 
Watch  the  lirfh  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  truft, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  asjuft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 


Psalm  130,  131:  291 


8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  finners  long  enflav'd ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son, 
And  Ifrael  mall  be  fav'd. 

Psalm  CXXX.     Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

i   "FT1  ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
JF     To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  ! 
If*  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefh  can  (land  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  iinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  mail  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  ; 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

Psalm  CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  fubmiffion. 
"S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  5 


292  Psalm  131,  132. 

Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  flints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

Psalm  CXXXIL  5,13-18.  Long  M. 

At  the  fetliement  of  a  church  ;    or,  the  ordination 
of  a  minifter* 

1  X"T THERE  mall  wc  go  to  feck  and  find 

W     An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
Amongll  the  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  ? 

2  The  God  ©f  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  Hill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blcft. 

3  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
"  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 

"  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
"  And  bleffings  fhall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  1  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  : 
"  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
446  With  fweet  provifion  fhall  be  fed. 

5  U  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
"  My  priefts,  my  miniilers  fhall  mine ; 


Psalm  132, 293 

"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
cc  Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  "  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fing  ; 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  {hall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  C"  Je^us  ma^  ^ee  a  num'rous  feed 

"  Born  here,  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 

"  His  crown,  ihall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

"  While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame."] 

Psalm  CXXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  4,  5,  7,  8, 15 — 17.     A  church  eflablijhed. 

1  C^JO  fleeP  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 

X^l    Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  faints  aflemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 
Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife^ 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  ! 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
A  A  2 


294 Psalm  132,  133. 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  Spread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign  ; 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne, 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  fhall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 

Psalm  CXXXIII.  Common  Metre. 

Brotherly  love, 
i   T     O,  what  an  entertaining  fight 
JLi   Are  brethren  that  agree  ! 
Brethren,  whofc  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  firearm  of  love,  from  Chrift  the  fpring, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  fweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet^ 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fliews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 


Psalm  133.  295 


B 


Psalm  CXXXIII.    Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints ;     or,  love   and  worfhip   in  a 
family. . 

LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whole  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

Bled  is  the  pious  houfe 
Where  zeal  and  friendfhip  rneet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diflils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


H 


Psalm  .CXXXIII.    Particular  Met. 

The  blejfings   of  friendfhip. 
OW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move, 
And  each  fulfil  their  part, 
With  fympathifing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love ! 

'Tis  like  the  ointment  fhed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet : 


296  Psalm  134,  135. 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  bleft  his  feet. 

3       Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills  ; 
Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 
Through  ev'ry  friendly  foulx 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

[Repeat  the  jirft  Jianza,  if  neceJfaryJ] 


Psalm  CXXXIV.   Common  Metre* 

Daily  and  nightly  devotion, 
i  "^I^E  that  obey  th*  immortal  King, 
1     Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

i  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  : 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  flarry  Iky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  feas* 

Psalm  CXXXV.  iji  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  i — 4,  14,  19 — 21. 
The  church  is  God's  houfe  and  can* 
1  TP)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 


_ Psalm  135. 297 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good : 
To  praife  his  name  isfweet  employ  > 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 

His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  'the  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  : 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares- 
His  name,  and  breaks  th5  oppreffor's  rod  • 
He  gives  his  fufPring  fervants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  Th-  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts,  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells*. 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

Psalm  CXXXV.  2d  Part.  Long  M. 

Ver.  5 — 12. 

The  works  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of  Ifraely 
and  dejiruclion  of  enemies. 

1  ^1  REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
\y  Above  all  pow'rs,  and  ev'ry  throne : 
Whate'er  he  pleafe,  in  earth  or  fea, 

Or  heav'n  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 

The  lightnings  flam,  the  thunders  roar  ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeit  from  his  airy  itore. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  lent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  ilubborn  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  beads  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 


298  Psalm  135 


4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  Have ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poflefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoflate  angels  fell. 

Psalm  CXXXV.     Common  Metre 

Pralfe  due.  td  God,  not  to  idols, 
i      A   WAKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
jLjL  Your  fweeteft  paflions  mdjfe^ 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ting, 
Increafing  with  the  praife. 

2  Grev  is  the  Lord;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  (till  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  hwjoy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife: 
Lightning  and  florm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r,  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd, 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd, 
Where,  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  (locks  or  (tones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fihow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  gliu'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 


Psalm  135,  136.  299 

Their  feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  : 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  faints,  adore  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.      Common  Met. 

God's  wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemption  of 

Jfrael,  and  falvation  of  his  people, 
i    jOi  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord, 
VJF    His  mercies  lull  endure  ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ; 

How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  earth  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone  : 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  : 

How  bright  his  counfels  mine  ! 
The  moon  and  itars  adorn  the  night  : 
His  works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  ; 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  \ 

His  arm  is  great  in  might  : 


300  Psalm  136, 


And  gave  the  tribes  a  pafiage  through  ; 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground  j 
Eternal  be  his  praife. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

Victorious  is  his  fword  ; 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  word.] 

S  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ; 
How  boundlefs  was  his  love  ! 

9  H*  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  wo; 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  ; 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
And  ftill  his  grace  prevails. 

io  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  -, 
His  mercies  ftill  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing ; 
His  truth  is  ever  fure. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.  Particular  Metre. 

i    f~^  1VE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
VJ^    The  universal  Lord; 
The  fov'reigii  King  of  kings ; 
And  be  hi:   u;race  ador'd. 

His  paw'r  and  grace 

Are  fame ; 

And  1  •  tme 

Have  endltfs  praiie. 


Psalm  136.  301 


2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 
And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  j 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun, 
To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars, 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  ftill  the  fame ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

4  [He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
The  llow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  : 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led» 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure ; 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  Red  Sea  in  two, 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  paflage  through. 
His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

Bb 


302  Psalm  136. 


6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifr'el  fafe 
Through  a  long  defert  ground* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  dill,  endure  j 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

Pause. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took 
Pofleflion  of  their  land. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  {till  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife.] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  perifhing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  flate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  flill  endure  j 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 
To  fave  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  itill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 


Psalm  136.  303 


10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King  j 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fmg* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  (till  endure  -9 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  word. 


Psalm  CXXXVI.    Abridged.    L.  M, 

i   £T^\  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praife  ! 
\JJT  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  fliall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more, 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  Iky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning-light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  mine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within : 


304  Psalm  138. 


His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

When  death  and  fin  mall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  5 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  \ 

His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more. 

Psalm  CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Reftoring  and  preferving  grace. 

1  pf  ITTiTH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue-, 

V V     I'H  pratfe  my  Maker  in  my  fong  : 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotion  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  fkies.] 

3  I'll  ling  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
I'll  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofc ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  riling  fears  control, 

And  ftrength.diiius'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorns  the  great  j 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  ions  of  humble  poverty. 


Psalm  139, 3O5 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  (ins ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  \fi  Part.  L.  Met: 

The  all-feeing  God, 

1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro*  j 
1   j  Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  riling  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  fiefh,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftinclly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break, 

3  "Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand  j 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  i  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpect  loft. 

5  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  bread, 
"Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  paffions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

BB2 


306  PsALxM   139. 


Pa  u  s  e  I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  preience  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft:  enthron'd  in  light  ;. 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns,  - 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  wetter n  fea,  ' 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firit  arrive, 
And  there  arrell  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  light, 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray,. 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

Jo"0  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  bread,. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  1 
Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there/' 
Pause  II. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes : 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Through  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy. 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 


Psalm  139.  307 


13   "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poilefs  my  breaft,  - 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  red  i 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pafftons  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

PsalmCXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Long  M. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 

1  >rTPWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

JL     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  \ 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  °y 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft,  to  fhew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finihVd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began^, 
And  all  the  pailions  of  the  man  : 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fmce  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmourit 
The  pow'j:  of  numbers  to  recount, 


308 Psalm  139, 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  more, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  imprefs'd, 
With  thefe  I  give  mine  eyes  to  reft ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  $dPart.  Long  M. 

Sincerity  profejfed,  and  grace  tried  ;  or,  the  heart- 
fear ching  God. 

i  T\/rY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 
_L V A  When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will ! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought  ; 
Though  mine  own  heart  accufe  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  1  ilray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  ijl  Part.  Com.  M. 

God  is  every  where. 

i   IN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
X  In  vain  my  foul  would  try 


Psalm    139.  309 


To  fhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

\  Thine  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifmg  and  my  reft  ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high.  I 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  fide. 

So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  {till, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 

In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  could  break  the  bars  of  death, 

And  make  the  grave  refign. 

If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight. 

Would  foon  betray  my  reft, 


310  Psalm  139, 


9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

io  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  2d  Part.  Com.  M- 

The  wifdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 
i    TTTHEN  I  with  plealing  wonder  (land, 
\\     And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  :  1  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofTeft, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part, 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  by  thine  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind, 

Shew  me  thy  wondrous  (kill  -, 
But  I  review  niyfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  flill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  mine, 

My  fleih  proclaims  thy  praife ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 


Psalm  139,  141:  311 


Psalm  CXXXIX.    3d  Part.  C.  M. 

Ver.  14,  17,  18.     The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 
An  evening  Pfalm. 

1  T    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
\  j  They  flrike  me  with  furprife  j 

Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  lhore 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill ; 
And  hourly  bleflings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour,  that  ends  my  fleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

Psalm   CXLL     Long   Metre. 

Ver.  2 — 5. 

Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  reproof. 

A  morning  or  evening  Pfalm. 

1  Tl  1Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

X V A  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thy  houfc 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  and  heedlefs  word  j 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment,  fhed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 


312  Psalm  141,  142. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  Heav'n  for  their  relief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

Psalm  CXLII.     Common  Metre. 

God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 
i   r  |  -10  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
J[     From  God  I  fought  relief  ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  1  caft  mine  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone  ; 

While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by, 
Neglected  and  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low  -9 

Now  let  thin*  ear  attend  ; 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  1  praife  thy  name ; 
And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me 
Thy  kinduefs  to  proclaim. 


Psalm  143. 3j3 

Psalm  CXLIII.     Long  Metre, 

Complaint  of  heavy  affiiclions  in  mind  and  body. 
i   T\/TY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
JL  ▼  Jl  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 

0  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2-  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me ; 
Down  to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 

My  thoughts  in  mufmg  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

1  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  third,  like  parched  lands,  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove  ? 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave 
Will  link  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  ere  5 
Make  hafle  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefiing  pains,  diftrefiing  fears  j 

C  c 


314  Psalm  143,  144, 

O  might  I  hear  thy-  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and'lhow 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet;  mould  go ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

i  i  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'hly  hill ; 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  j 
And  flefh,  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

Psalm  CXLIV.  \Ji  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  i,  2. 

AJJlftance  and  viclory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare. 
i  T?OREVERbleffedbetheLord, 
j[;     My  Saviour  and  my  fhield ; 
lie  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
"inftrucls  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicl'ry  mine, 
And  his  fhaU  be  the  praife. 


Psalm  144:  315 


Psalm  CXLIV,  2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  3 — 6. 

The  vanity  of  man,  and  condefcenfton  of  Ged. 

i   T     ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
I   j  Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  1 
His  life  a  madow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafting  to  the  dull.    . 

2  O  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  mould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  makes  the  worlds  above, 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

Psalm  CXLIV.   12-15.  Long  Met. 

Grace  above  riches,  or,  the  happy  nation. 

1   T  TAPPY  the  city  where  their  fons 
J[  A  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polifh'd  flones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

a  Happy  the  country  where  the  fheep, 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  } 

>•  Where  men  fecurely  work  or  fleep, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd  ; 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe, 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace  bellows. 


316  Psalm  145. 


Psalm  CXLV.     Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T\/I"^  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
X  v  JL  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days : 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  mall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  \ 
And  ev'ry  letting  fun  mail  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  judice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;  thine  anger  How, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  ioe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  mine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Let  "  ev'ry  realm  with  joy"  proclaim* 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  > 
Vail  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

Psalm  CXLV.    ijl  Part.  Com.  Met 

Vcr.  i — 7,  1 1 — 13. 


L 


The  greatnefs  of  God. 
ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
My  King,  my  God  of  love  j 


Psalm  145.  317 

My  work  and  joy  fhall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  (hall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  mail  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  : 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate, 
With  public  fplendour  fhown. 

6  The  world  is  rnanag'd  by  thy  hands  j 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  flands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Psalm  CXLV.   2d  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Ver.  7,  kc. 

The  goodnefs  of  God, 

i    O  WEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
IkJ   My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
In  fongs  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 

C  C  2 


318 Psalm   145, 

Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  ihines, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait- 

On  thee  for  daily  food  : 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints,  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

Psalm  CXLV.    $d  Part.   Com.  Met, 

Ver.  14,  17,  &c. 

Mercy  tofufferers  ;  or^  God  hearing  prayer. 
i  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

I  j   Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
*    Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 

And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

1   When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

j  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

j.  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  fee), 
He  hears  his  children  cry, 


Psalm  145,  146.  319 

And,  their  beft  willies  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

His  mercy  never  mall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  lincere  : 
He  laves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

[His  ftubborn  foes  his  fword  mail  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 

But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  fhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."3 

[My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honours  of  their  God.] 


Psalm  CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

i  TQ  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  (hall  join 
jL      In  works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pair, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft. 

3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  lfraei's  God  :  he  made  the  iky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  ail  their  train, 
And  non?'lha&  find  his  promife  vain. 


320 Psalm  146. 

5  His  truth  forever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor  j 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  j 
He  helps  the  flranger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafling  drains. 

Psalm  CXLVI.    Particular  Metre, 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

i   T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
I  And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  {hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pad, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  "Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dull : 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vaniih  in  an  hour  ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  limel's  God  :  he  made  the  iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  \ 
His  truth  forever  Hands  fecure  : 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 

And  none  fliall  iind  his  promife  vain. 


Psalm  147. 321 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace j 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  j 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everfafting  (trains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath. 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  {hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  {hall  ne'er  be  pail, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Psalm  CXLVII.   ifi  Part.  LongM. 

The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 
i  "|3^A^E  ye  the  Lord  :  tis  good  to  raife 
1       Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole* 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames  ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  ^ 
His  wifdom's  vail,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 


322 Psalm  147, 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  ; 
And  all  his  glories'infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duft. 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  fpreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  Iky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  : 
The  Leads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  ikill  or  force  ? 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb  ? 

All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight : 
He  views  his  children  with  delight : 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 


Psalm  CXLVII.  2d  Part.  Long  M. 

Summer  and  Winter* 

i  "  T     ET  Zion"  praife  the  mighty  God, 

I  i  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  > 
"  For  fweet  the  joy,  our  fongs  to  raife, 
"  And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife." 

2  Our  children  are  fecure  and  bled  ; 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft  \ 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleffing  to  their  meat. 


Psalm  147.  323 


3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  ; 

His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  clattering  found  ; 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold, 
That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  fouthern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praife. 

6  To  all  our  realm  his  laws  are  fhown, 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  : — Praife  ye  the  Lord  ! 

Psalm  CXLVIL    Common  Metre, 

Ver.  7—9,  13—18. 
The  feafons  of  the  year. 

1  "\Tt  7"*TH  fo«gs  and  honours  founding  loud, 

V.V     Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  blefllngs  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat  ; 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fleady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  5 


324  Psalm  147,  148. 

He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  hio:h 

o 

He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  this  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word,  and  melts  the  fnow, 

nlie  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  longs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

Psalm  CXLVIIL  Particular  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 
i   "^7^  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

\     With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  long. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  dazzling  ray?, 
And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 


Psalm  148.  325 


His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

The  fhining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  ftand, 
Or  in  fvvift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 
In  unknown  ages  paft  : 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  difFrent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wondrous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 

P  A  U  S  E-. 

Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep  ; 

From  fea  and  fhore 

Their  tribute  pay, 

And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow, 
To  execute  his  word. 


326  Psalm  148. 


When  lightnings  fhine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

t  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkics, 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 

Beads  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 

In  various  forms, 

Exalt  his  name. 

>  Ye  kings,  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here. 
His  heav'nly  honours  ling. 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  povv'r  and  ftate, 

Make  you  forget 

His  povv'r  fupreme. 

)  Virgins,  and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feebler  voices  join, 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  name  be  fung 

By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlels  ftrains. 

10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  j 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love. 


Psalm  148.  327 


While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fhall  raife 
His  honours  high. 


Psalm  CXLVIIL     Long  Metre. 

Paraph  rafed.     Univerfal  p raife  to  God. 
i   T     OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

&   i  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.      This  Pfalm  may  befung  to  a  different  metre,  by  adding  the  t'Wofd- 
loiving  lines  to  every  Jiangs,  viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  df plays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns ! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ! 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  drains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 

Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  : 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fea, 

In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill  $ 
Vallies,  lie  low  before  his  eye  j 


328 Psalm  148. 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  iky, 

7  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  ftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beads,  in  diff'rent  (trains  j 
The  lamb  mud  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  mud  make  his  praife  your  theme  y 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  yon  : 
While  the  dumb  fim  that  cut  the  dream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  lings  ? 

O  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  v:id  dominion  lies, 
Alike  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

i  i   Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word ! 
O  may  it  dwell  on  evry  tongue  ! 
But  faints,  who  bell  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobled  fono;. 

i  2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Psalm  GXLVIII.    Short  Metre. 

Univerfal  praife, 
I  ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I  j  To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 


Psalm  148. 329 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move? 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name, 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  of  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  fkies? 
His  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  expreft  y 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause  L 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below.,. 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  iky 

Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high* 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafls  that  graze, 

D  D  2 


330  Psalm  148 


Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear, 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  ling 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

1 1  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  various  wifdom  mow  j 
And  flies,  in  all  your  fhining  fwarms* 
Praife  him  that  dreft  you  fo. 

1 2  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace. 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

Pause    IL 
j 3  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th*  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  mown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft ; 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 


Psalm  149. J33 1 

Psalm  CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  faints  ;  or,  the  faints  judging  the 

world* 
i      A   LLye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
XJL  And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  (hew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  ling  j 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife. 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  ; 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duft, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  mail  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword : 
And  vengeance  mail  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends,. 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  mail  they  rule  with  iron  rod 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  ; 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'4  to  hell, 


332  Psalm  149,  150. 


8  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumphs  fhall  afford  ; 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  ; 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

Psalm  CL.     Common  Metre. 

Ver.  i,  2,  6.     A  fong  of  praife. 

1  FN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  ; 
JL  His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 

To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  : 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mall  praife  him  beft. 


The  Christian  DOXOLOGY, 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Sony 
And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


Doxologies",  333 


Common  Metre. 

Where  the  tune  includes  twojianzas* 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath. 

II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 


Short  Metre, 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

Particular  Metre* 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known. 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

Particular  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  5 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores. 


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